A few years ago I was making as much as $100 per hour as a "technical consultant". Living in a huge house. Great gun collection. Reloading supplies to last a couple hundred years.
Monday I will move into a 100 sq ft pickup camper sitting on concrete blocks at the edge of a swamp. No electricity, phone or internet. Will be using an outhouse. Only three guns left: an old .22 model 60 that needs to be refinished, a 20 gauge NEF and a New Englander .50 cal that no one wanted to buy. Can kill anything that moves in the lower 48.
Not complaining. Made some bad choices and got hit with some bad luck. Just the way it is.
Funny thing is, I have never been happier in my life. I never shot most of the guns. Didn't have time to reload much. Don't, even for a second, miss TV. Don't miss the aggravation and daily bs that came with "civilized life". Will probably miss the internet, and Graybeard, but I will be able to sneak to a computer once a week or so.
Makes me look back on my 52 years of education, business stress, "moving up the ladder", and wonder what the hell I was thinking.
alan