I used to wake up already behind, racing the clock to the first con call, the never ending inbox, and the weight of a life built around obligations. But something shifted when I landed here. Now, the mornings are quieter.… Continue reading

2,800 miles, a trunk full of dreams, and one dedicated dog later, I’ve officially arrived in Florida. I dropped my sister at the airport this afternoon, and just like that, I’m solo. (Well, Sadie’s still here, supervising.) I landed at… Continue reading

The hum of the tires on the highway. The rhythm of the music weaving through the air. Just me, the Colonel (aka my sister) in the passenger seat, Sadie snoozing in the back, and on miles of open road stretched… Continue reading

(Written from the safety and sanity of a Marriott… after three very colorful days on the road.) I meant to post before launch, but here we are: the Colonel, Sadie, and me, three days into Operation Get to Florida. And… Continue reading

(Written in pieces throughout the week. Posting now – Sunday, Father’s Day, after one hell of a week and a hard-fought return to center.) The bags were packed, the heavy ones at least, and the cottage slowly emptied, much like… Continue reading

Just two weeks ago, I was still exploring cities, trying to figure out where to live, touring neighborhoods, peeking at Zillow listings, convincing myself this is the right move. And now? A new address is set, the POD is on… Continue reading

And just like that, it’s a wrap. The last week has been a whirlwind of decisions, packing, and parting ways with memories. I’ve been walking in circles, literally, trying to figure out what to pack in the POD, what to… Continue reading

Sunday’s big purge turned out to be less of a clean break and more of a quiet standoff, me versus my own hesitation. The truth is, I wasn’t sure whether I should truly let it all go or tuck some… Continue reading