I've had a kinda a gypsy soul since I was a kid, always like to be moving around. I look upon any home as a "base of operations" that enables me to accomplish travel to other places, a logistical support structure.
I can travel for quite extended periods of time, and have. One Spring I bought a new motorcycle here in Fort Lauderdale, after visiting for 8 weeks, and promptly rode it solo 4700 miles across the US to my home in Seattle. Taking me nearly another 2 weeks, but I wasn't in a hurry, saw all kinds of things, like Mt. Rushmore and so much more.
I was back in Seattle for about 2 weeks or so, checking my mail, doing some doctor's appointments, bringing things up to date. Then I took off again on the bike, crossing the Rockies a second time and touring the northern US tier States, going up into Canada and riding through there, before returning to Seattle. Another 5000 miles, so that in about 2 months I had put nearly 11,000 miles on the thing, all solo.
Then I spent the rest of the summer living in my camper trailer, with the bike along. Beautiful State campsites in the Pacific Northwest deep in the woods, although you could only remain 12 days continuous, then you had to move. I'd just go to another. And sometimes return to my favorite place north of Puget Sound on the water, because that was permitted after a break.
I'd ride the bike back into the city periodically to check my mail and pay bills and such, but return to my camper that same day. And tour all over the Cascades and Olympics, my camper having become my home for a few months. Until late September when the parks started to close or reduce operations.
Travel less now, my husband doesn't enjoy it, and I won't leave him alone. And frankly my age & health are limiting me. But if I could have a huge motorhome or fifth-wheeler (and someone else to drive) I could live that way. I love to wander & explore. Staying always in 1 place is my death.