The Real Life of Nomads

Honest travel Blogging

ABOUT US


Hey everyone, we are the Moss family!


One day I was driving down the road and my intuition spoke loudly, obnoxiously to me. “Sell your house.” At first I was like, what the fuck? But my intuition is just as persistent as hemorrhoids. “You have a lot of equity… sell your house.” Oh shit, you’re right (I said back to my intuition) I have money!


See, like many families in 2024 we were on the struggle bus. I decided to change careers overnight, we lived on an island where groceries were a quarter tank of gas away, and shit was just costing too much to keep up with demand. Selling our house would free up some money to invest in the business I was growing (which so many people doubted me on, and threw shade at me). It would also give us the ability to buy a trailer and travel full time!


We got rid of most of our belongings and went from 1,020 square feet to 240 square feet. Our children went from having two separate bedrooms (on two separate floors) to sharing a bunk room.


Here is where the haters started funneling in. As soon as I told people our goals, they started telling me their negative BS.


“You won’t get enough space away from your children.”

“A trailer is a bad investment.”

“Your business idea is, ummm, not a great one.”

“Don’t you know about capital gains?”


The list of people’s complaints was as long as my tax bill. But, over the years, I’ve come to realize if people are throwing shade, it means you’re on the right track (and they are not). So, on with my plan.


The kids even changed lifestyles with school and switched to homeschooling. As a certified teacher, I have loved planning their lessons!


Work? Oh man, wait for this can of worms. I quit my teaching career overnight, after just graduating with my masters of education, to pursue a career online and remotely. We host a retail store and create content for you.


We travel the west coast full time, working from our trailer, homeschooling the little rascals, and doing our thing. Fuck what they looking at. (Tribute to Ice Cube).