The year was 2003, I was 48, and I was dating a guy who was just a year older then me but was going to be retiring from state employment in a year. He kept asking me what I was going to do when I retired. My first response was I will never retire because I don't have any money. He persisted and I thought about it and said that I always loved to travel (I traveled for work overseas for seven years) but was tired of hotels so I would like to travel in a motorhome and see the USA. He liked that idea and we begin researching motorhomes, living in them and everything about them.
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