But I’m not sure this is the best way to live. Not only does a permanent residence carry a lot of baggage (affectionately called junk. Sidenote: it's taken me five months to finally get settled into my new house), it makes a person easier to track.
Suppose you’ve just committed a nasty crime, like triple homicide (you claim it was in self-defense - they were threatening to starve you of your nightly ice cream sundae!). You’re on the run, and you obviously can’t go home because the police will find you there. You're torn between the proverbial rock (going back but getting caught at your home) and the hard place (needing to clean out the evidence that would undoubtedly lead the police to learn everything about you, including your hiding place). Sorry dude, it's over.
As a nomad, you would have none of those problems. The po would have no address to search and no clues as to where your hideout may be. They probably wouldn't even know you existed (don't get emo on me, that's supposed to be a good thing).
In my perfect world, I would be a hunter-gatherer (you can call me Pocahontas), following the bison as they roam and chasing the seasons as the berries ripen around the world. Maybe I threw my sharpest spear at a fellow hunter, but how will you ever find me? I sleep in a different cave every night.
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