Real Estate costs out of control. No way in hell I'll ever be able to live on my own unless I marry money, which I refuse to do on moral grounds/will only do if I actually love her. Jobs screaming that no one wants to work, but I've only had one phone interview and one in person, neither of which led to anything, for dozens of applications. I'm done. Over it.
I'll find some shitty job where I'll be miserable. I'll be able to save up enough for a used Class B, quit, and only do gig work enough to fill up my gas tank and keep the generator running. I'll live in between this or that National Park, campground, and cheap trailer park that'll take RVs, preferably only appearing in civilization when I have to dump my blackwater tanks. I'll find my happiness in not having to grind for the rest of my life. The people who want to, can have the three bed/two bath monstrosity priced 300k over what it's worth.