It seems the thing FB is best at is reminding me of things that happened in the past. Today is five years since I got round to clearing out the storage space I'd hired a couple of years earlier while I went on the road. The phrase 'digital nomad' was already coined but I didn't like it much. I preferred 'digital hobo' meaning someone who moves around to where the work is, where they can be useful and used the tag #llobo as a contraction of my name and 'hobo'. I also liked the distinction between the "village road" and the "forest road" - implying that we all need to get out of the village now and then and walk a wild way.
The tale of 2011-2012 needs to be told in full someday - you need to bring something back for the village (I kinda did, but I kinda didn't), but I'm a bit surprised to see that it took a full year to close down the storage stuff and move properly in. Even then, my comment on FB to someone asking where all the stuff had gone, was: "a lot of it is now in our living room, being glared at by Laura" And now, there's still some sitting in her mother's garage. There's a project to do in unpacking, discarding, processing and treasuring what's left.
Anyway short story is, I went on the road for a few months, it turned into a year and it took me at least a year to get settled back again and even then I'm not the same as I was (in ways that are obscure and not well-defined).
And this week, my friend set out on the beginning of his own "forest road". He's been in Devon this weekend. If you read his stuff and like the cut of his gib, why not invite him to come stay and play with you for a while (he might even do your ironing!)