Professionally nomadic, until we’re not.
In 2023, we sold our house, purged most of our belongings, and tested our upper limits of optimism.
There wasn’t really a master plan.
Just a strong urge to try something different before settling into whatever adulthood was supposed to look like for us.
In our first year, we traveled north for the winter, decreased our livable space by 80%, moved 8 times in 12 months, and effectively doubled all our bills - a very sound financial strategy.
Since we started, we’ve:
Found the best blueberry milkshakes in Portland, Maine.
Taken Kleo on a ferry ride to Casco Bay Island.
Experienced a full pat-down by Canadian border patrol.
Met the largest herd of San Clemente goats in the world.
Found a moose in our backyard.
Befriended every chipmunk in Colorado.
Tasted the Bonneville Salt Flats (gross, I know).
Skied the Sierras after work almost daily (I can’t claim this, but Ross can).
Tried scrapple for the first and last time.
Walked across a couple of car-sized icebergs.
Somewhere in the middle, we:
Lost our best girl, Kleo.
Hiked a bunch of gorgeous trails in her honor.
Fell in love with Bozeman, Montana.
Experienced the terror of flying 4+ hours with a very cute, very loud, 8 week old puppy.
Got married, and it was perfect.
The blog slowed down. Life did not.