Nature moves. Rivers flow. Seasons shift. Why shouldn’t life keep moving too?

The first September weekend was one for the books. A fellow traveler invited other full-time travelers to meet on a meadow near Osnabrück. The rule was simple: bring your own food on Friday and leave no trace on Sunday. Wood for the BBQ was the only thing provided. We drove there not knowing what to expect and ended up with two days and nights of pure joy.

Strangers gathered around BBQs and campfires, swapping stories until long past midnight. By the end of the first day, they weren’t strangers anymore. They were friends. Friends who know what it’s like to live in motion. Friends who tell stories you can relate to, who share places they’ve been, who nod knowingly when you describe the joys and quirks of life on the road.

Strangers are People yet to become Friends.

This weekend also revealed how strange some of the conversations sound that we get from non-travelers on campsites. Talking with like-minded people on that meadow in Osnabrück made this even clearer. Many of the usual questions highlight how deeply “settled life” is seen as the standard, while nomadic lifestyle is treated as unusual.

Let’s flip the perspective. What if we asked the same questions and make similar comments like the ones we usually hear during our everyday conversations when we are not surrounded by fellow travelers?

And the friends who live far away you only see them once in a blue moon?

Imagine being surrounded by the same circle day after day, while some of the people you love remain distant, only reachable during a vacation or holiday. Doesn’t that feel like missing out?

For how long do you want to continue living in the same flat, always in the same town?

Every week the same walls, the same street corners, the same routines. Doesn’t it feel like your life is looping instead of unfolding?

Can you really live together in 120 square meters?

That’s so much space between you and your partner. Isn’t it lonely to spend most of your daily life separated?

You pay monthly rent to your landlord for the rest of your life? For how long can you afford this?

Month after month, money disappears into a place that never truly belongs to you. Isn’t that a fragile setup?

I once lived settled for six weeks in my twenties, and I couldn’t do it full-time.

Same streets, same neighbors, same office chair. Some of us just aren’t made for repetition.

Don’t you get tired of never planning where to go next?

To know exactly what tomorrow will bring. Same breakfast table, same walk to work, same corner shop. Doesn’t that get old?

You are living always at the same place? Doesn’t it ever feel like you’re stuck?

Imagine knowing your location weeks in advance. Isn’t that like pressing pause on adventure?

Isn’t it unsafe to sleep in the exact same spot every single night? Doesn’t everyone know where to find you?

Comfort has its limits. Predictability can make you feel pinned down.

Don’t you miss having the whole world as your backyard? Isn’t it limiting to always look at the same patch of grass?

A garden is nice — but compared to mountains, oceans, and deserts, isn’t it just one small corner of nature?

Where do you relax if you only have one living room? Isn’t that limiting?

Always the same couch, the same TV, the same four walls. Doesn’t the idea of choosing a forest, a beach, or a mountain peak sound far more relaxing?

Don’t you miss change? Doesn’t stability sometimes feel like stagnation?

Nature moves. Rivers flow. Seasons shift. Why shouldn’t life keep moving too?

When we see things from another perspective, it becomes clear: there’s no such thing as “normal life.” Every lifestyle comes with challenges and beauty.

The only real difference is choice. And whether you choose a meadow near Osnabrück for one weekend or a brick-and-mortar-house on the same street for decades, the important thing is that it feels right to you.

What about you? If you flip the perspective, which life feels more like yours?

Explore. Dream. Discover.