In a day I will wrap up almost four weeks in Oregon and get on a plane back to the Midwest. I have been reflecting on my new normal of se...

Today is the winter solstice: the shortest day of the year and the longest night. The most darkness, the least light. I’ve always found t...

I wake up in a blue room at 4:30 AM. Where am I? I look around to see a few small pieces of my artwork on the walls. I am in my bed. My h...

There's a quote that's been following me around since our road trip ended six months ago: "We shall not cease from exploration, and the e...

The lady at the grocery store asked me, "What's the cake for?" I stumbled over my words trying to figure out how to explain a milestone t...

In my mid-twenties I was a part of a circle of women connected somewhat randomly into a discussion group with a tiny spiritual undertone ...

When we were getting ready to leave the Twin Cities, a friend remarked that our upcoming journey reminded her of her exploration in her tw...

Tonight I arrived back to the last place Joel and I called home. After months of sharing spaces, experiencing new places, and being invit...

We are no longer searching for the perfect place. We are no longer traveling from town to town trying to figure out, “Could this be our t...

This week in Austin, I walked into a random barbershop with a shaggy mane of hair and walked out, Ramona Quimby, Age 8. It was a bad hair...

Driving back to our host’s home in Atlanta, Georgia I came across a marching band practicing in their high school parking lot. Student mu...

My friend Andi asked me for a pro/con list of all the places we’ve visited thus far in our search for home. As I sat down to draft a blog...

Today I looked at the calendar on my phone. The calendar I lovingly and without irony called “my lifeline” just a few weeks back. Empty. ...

“How are you feeling?” That’s the most common question I have been getting since I announced to my network I was going to sell the house ...

I bought my first home in May when I was 25 years old. I sold my first home this July when I was 34, rounding the corner on 35. In the ne...

Lots of people in our lives have been looking at our route and asking us - in the kindest way of course - why we are going where we are g...

When - and how - does change take root? For us the possibility of it was always hovering just below the surface, peaking out time to time...