I gave up 'normal' living many years ago, I know live in a self built vardo, at present in a woodland glade in the Latvian countryside with my three dogs, four goats and little else.

It's true that we are happiest when we have enough to survive and, all the addition shiney, new things, although giving an initial boost to our overall happiness, that feeling doesn't last.

I survive, it's as simple as that, I have no regular income, technically I am homeless, but by damn, I am the happiest that I have been in my entire life, and, I have no desire or intention to return to 'civilisation'