I used to love to travel. Was a time I was same as Claudia. Gone without notice. I could go somewhere and take a job for a few weeks or months and go again.
I never perfected the process and was usually short of cash.
I used to want to buy derelict houses and restore them. If I lived in one for two years while I fix it up I didn't owe income tax after the sale. This last house has nearly worn me down. Work is harder and takes longer now.
My pipe dream is to build a fantasy cob house village in the Smokies and rent to tourists by the night or week. A corner cob store at the entrence beside the little cob rental office. Mini golf course. Trails through the woods. Community fire pit. Hopefully a place that would encourage guests to mingle. Maybe the odd sports court, croquet, bocci ball...
Examples of cob houses: