SWIMMING IN OPEN WATER freaked me out when I was a kid. The first time was in Chesapeake Bay when I was about six or seven years old. What’s in the water? What am I stepping on? Will something bite or sting me? It was not a fun day at the shore.

That anxiety stuck with me into adulthood. For a while I lived a few blocks from the Pacific Ocean, but never went swimming in it. Because, hey man, I had seen Jaws. There’s dangerous stuff down there. And some imaginary stuff that’s far worse than reality.

A few years later I was living far from the ocean and I really missed it. (Sing along: Don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone?) Then one day a friend said she was going to take scuba lessons. Yeah! I wanted to do that, too, because Sea Hunt, Flipper, Jacques Cousteau and all that. So I did, despite my apprehensions.

Here’s what I discovered: I did the giant stride off of the dive boat and… the fear went away. Because I could see what was under the surface. I was there, in the middle of it, part of it. Not only was it not terrifying, it was beautiful. And I discovered I could do it. I could breathe underwater, and swim with barracudas, stingrays and even sharks—safely, comfortably, panic-free.

The nomadic life can be scary from the outside. Living without the safety of walls and roofs runs counter to our instincts for self-preservation. We invented houses for a reason. There’s dangerous stuff out there (and folks eager to warn us about it although they may never have been out there themselves).

But I’d like to propose that taking the giant stride into full-time vehicle living—or just wobbly baby steps—will make many of the concerns go away. “Oh. This is what it’s actually like out here. I can do this.”

Of course, like scuba diving, you don’t want to jump into nomadic living unprepared. We don’t want you to drown or be eaten by sharks. Learn all you can from those of us already out here. That’s why Cheap RV Living exists. We want to share this beautiful world with you.