That’s essentially a vagabond.
“Home” is a relative term and in this case its where I happen to put my backpack down, rest and relax. Any place with walls, on wheels, in a tent, on rails or simply under a roof.
“I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself.”
So constantly traveling as a world citizen, home is wherever I happen to be for a while. Home is who I am sharing space or traveling with. Home is when I put my backpack down and unpack.
This is an always refreshing and ever-interesting way to live. In a sense, my backpack is my home so at anywhere or at anytime, I could be at home.
This is living out of a backpack.
That. Is. The. Life.
Home is where your backpack makes it.
[The featured photo is my current EDC daypack gear.]