I’m no fun. Ok, that’s not entirely true. But if you bring me to any sort of diving board, or a terrifying rocky ledge (my definition of “terrifying" in this context is anything over a foot) and expect me to jump in, I will fall apart. And short of stabbing you, do whatever I can … Continue reading Jump Start →

I’m 40 years old and live with my mother. That’s almost on par with being a 40-year-old virgin, right? Except nobody accuses me of that, since my 47-year-old boyfriend lives with us too. If you're thinking, "what losers," I don’t blame you. Except, here’s the thing: I’m lucky. I’m lucky my mom is still here. … Continue reading Perspective →

Does anyone enjoy the moving process? Being confronted with all your shit: boxing it up, exhausted and confused with all the decision making and the realization—again—that you have a ton of things? You start out super organized putting like-items in a box, using a thick black Sharpie and your best handwriting to label it. But … Continue reading Moving with Covid →

The house sold. After weeks of uncertainty, I get a text from my realtor “are you available to sign this afternoon?” Hours later, at the title companies’ office, I sign in. My name lands in the spot directly underneath the signatures of the buyers who had signed 3 hours prior, at noon. Their real-life signatures … Continue reading Letting Go →

For being in an Evacuation Warning zone, I’m very relaxed. This is illustrated best by my outfit: cut off sweatpants that have no elastic left. They’re “kept in place” (a loose term for a loose situation) by rolling the waist band. I’ve pared it with an old t-shirt that says, “NASA – I need my … Continue reading Are We There Yet? →

What’s the difference? Perhaps the way it’s interpreted is dependent on the outcome. if you’re successful, you’re brave. If you lose everything or die? Yup, you got it! Exchanging my current life of givens and knowns for something I have longed for but really don’t have much experience with yet, I wonder where the intersection … Continue reading Brave or Stupid →

The other day my coworkers and I were discussing what we think - or hope - happens when we die. Your tax dollars at work. Backs to our dual monitors, which had long since checked out and turned black, we speculated. Even the phones remained silent. One stated she is not afraid of death. Me? … Continue reading Life →

Why am I basically sticking my middle finger up at my current life, especially since I'm not unhappy with it? I am writing this from my home, a place that I have labored over to make mine. I spent the last 8 years up here enjoying the wildlife, the walks through the woods, and the … Continue reading Change →

One thing I hear a lot when I tell people that Chad and I are going to travel full time and spend much of it off grid is, “That sounds amazing, but I could never do it. I like hot showers too much.” It strikes me as an odd thing to say because to me, … Continue reading I Could Never →