Officiality often adds unnecessary freight to situations.

It's impossible not to make plans, and it's impossible not to change plans.  Max and I regularly adjust our plans for the next thing.  A new plan can knock our thoughts out of the narrow ruts we otherwise track: "We don't have enough money for anything." "We have to work really hard all the time." "We have to stay here." "We have to get out of here."  It's amazing how the possibilities of the world open up after we have a change-of-plan conversation, even if our decision is to not change things (as we were previously planning to.)  It's impossible not to tell other people about plans.  Telling makes them feel official, even inevitable, so we are compelled to share the changes as well, just so as we can actually believe them.  Living out of a backpack necessitates this; permanence is an illusion anyway.