u/aun-t

I've had this little business for about 3.5 years and made over 30k. I'm the only employee. Sometimes it's the only work I do and other times I take on some part-time or seasonal work.

Obviously 30k in 3.5 years is not enough to live in this world but I absolutely love this business. I like the work I do and wish it could be my full-time income.

I've thought about expanding my business with other services but nothing has really taken off and the math isn't mathing and I'm definitely not going to get rich from this.

I don't want to give up on this work but I also hate the financial struggle.

Is this when I need to pivot to another type of business?
I've had other self-employment work before like freelance work and haven't struck gold with something I love that also offers me adequate income I don't have to take on employment with an established company.

the last two months been a mix of staying at a friends, work, and camping with a couple hotel nights sprinkled in there.

spent on “rent” $500

spend on food $1000 and this includes buying groceries like eggs and coffee and milk for my hosts

i have two jobs. free shower. cash. weathers been perfect.

was reading an article about how americans spend 93% of their time indoors.

ha. not me!

I don't know where to start besides where I thought I was going to try and plant some roots.

I've gotten sick of the seasonal lifestyle, I find myself diverging further and further away from the values of the people I encounter.

Rather than finding my tribe, I'm finding myself on the last leaf of a tall, tall branch, continuing to be irregular even after spending the last 21 months in one town, even a small town of irregulars.

I keep thinking about this saying I read in a book recently, <<pueblo pequeño, infierno grande>>.

Got into a relationship. He's the opposite of me in many ways. And we're very much alike in others. He often complains about people and rejects propositions for living arrangements based on them being "too loud" or "too close" to other people. He doesn't want to find a community but rather open land where we'll have no neighbors.

Yet, he's magnetic. We'll be the only ones at an empty BLM campground and car pulls up right next to us and sets up camp in the literal spot next door. He'll blast music and talk irreverently until they finally give up and move on. It's always a guarantee our spot will get blown up, if we find a lone table, a sandy spot, a far away parking spot, a lone campground... something about him pulls people in.

We've both done our share of vagabonding, losing our minds, overindulgence, commitment, loss, pain and suffering. I thought being with him would anchor me. But now we're a couple months into couchsurfing, and planning on buying a house on wheels. We'll have to move the house on wheels about twice a month. I technically have a stable job right now. But I guess I'll leave it and find another. Usually I rage quit but this time I'm just houseless quitting?

I told him that in my experience 70% of the people I meet on the road expand my life (the other 30% I have to run from) and how much I miss meeting these 70%. But he's stubborn. No to this, No to that.

I don't know how to blend his style of vagabonding with mine. It's easier on my own.

It's weird it's like for years I tried to stop desiring the road and try to be normal, and now that someone is choosing the road with me, I'm resisting, locking into the wet sand as the wave is about to tumble me into oblivion from which I'll come up for air, saltwater in my eyes, sand in my ears, exclaiming, wow! what a ride!