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I'm a 44-y/o American nurse. A couple of years ago, I had a home, a regular full-time job, and a pretty normal, average life. But, I wasn't happy.
So, I ditched the home, the job, and anything that wouldn't fit into a tiny, rented storage room, and started traveling.
Now, I alternate between doing 3-6 month contract assignments around the U.S. as a "travel nurse", and just plain traveling.
I started using Flickr simply to share my experiences with friends and family, but, along the way, I started to really enjoy photography as a hobby. I also enjoy connecting with people online by submitting my photos to various Flickr groups, and seeing the comments I get.
When I'm "home" (i.e., staying with friends or family, as I'm now technically "homeless"), I work on scanning the memorabilia that fills my storage room, and I've got some of that stuff up on here, too.
Am I a bum? A digital nomad? Semi-retired? A "dérive-ist"? I really don't know, so I will leave that up to you.
But, here are some quotes that resonate with me;

“In a dérive one or more persons during a certain period drop their relations, their work and leisure activities, and all their other usual motives for movement and action, and let themselves be drawn by the attractions of the terrain and the encounters they find there."
-Guy Debord
www.bopsecrets.org/SI/2.derive.htm

"Home is less a piece of soil than a piece of soul.
I have lived in five places in five decades: Connecticut, Paris, Athens, Tokyo and San Francisco. But I learned long ago that my address is not my home, the place where I physically reside is not my home, the timber and nails and stucco and glass that comprise my house are not my home. All of the places I have lived and loved are a part of me wherever I go: the woods behind my childhood house and the chicken coop my friends and I thought was a pirate outpost because of the skull and crossbones on the door; the rickety filigreed elevator that used to take me to and from my apartment on the rue de Rivoli and the waiter at the six-table corner restaurant who would bring me bifteck-frites and a glass of vin ordinaire without my asking; the little taverna under the pines on the hill outside Athens where we would eat tomato-cucumber-feta salad and drink retsina while we debated Platonic philosophy, and the red poppies and white fluted columns at Delphi where we picnicked and planned our endless futures; the downtown Ueno park where the cherry blossoms opened in evanescent splendor every spring and the people bloomed like them, sitting on quilts under the boughs, drinking and laughing and singing – all these are a part of me, wherever I am. All these are home.
"Home is less a piece of soil than a piece of soul." Yes, home is a mosaic of soul-pieces from all the places -- and people -- we have loved: a mosaic that lives inside us and that transcends us at the same time, for its connections reach beyond us in all directions...."
- Pico Iyer
www.gadling.com/2010/06/15/travel-thoughts-three-polished...

"I am either a homeless entrepreneur, or a guy with 650 homes in San Francisco. Depends on your perspective."
Brian Cheksy moves out of his apartment to use his own site, AirBnB, fulltime.
techcrunch.com/2010/06/21/airbnb-brian-chesky/?utm_source...