I Wish I Were a Hobo

I've always had an affinity for "the Road". Wanderers, wayfarers, vagabonds, these types of people have always fascinated me. Perhaps it is their perceived freedom that is the allure, or
maybe it's just the absence of responsibility. In any case I've always wanted to live like this.
When I was 18, right after high school, I had thought about taking some gear and tramping on the power line that ran north to south near my home. I doubt that I would've gotten very far, but that was beside the point, I wanted to be free. Soon after, I was married, with a job, and later a kid, but the dream of being a road bum never left. Later it morphed into living out of a truck or a van, but that seems to be more hassle than what it's worth. Even now, more than twenty-five years later, and with far more aches and pains, I still have that desire. Perhaps that has always been my vocation, I just never possessed the courage or gumption to embrace it. It's little wonder I'm so miserable. Well who knows, the way things are going, I might just get my wish?