Traditionally, I am a year behind on blogging but y’all know 2020 was a hoot. Thankfully many miles were still traveled safely both pre and post pandemic. White Sands, Grand Canyon, Joshua Tree, Valley of the Gods. This is the trip that was supposed to take place in the winter of 2019 but due to van repairs it was postponed. This is also the last blog post featuring a van for the foreseeable future. In July of 2020 the van was sold to a new young family from Chicago and it will continue to adventure on. 

Hashtag VanLife has transitioned to #RVlife. Over the summer I purchased and renovated a twenty three foot pull behind travel trailer. Then I bought a truck to tow that trailer, bought a house in Nashville with a driveway to park it, and for the first time in six years I will be spending more than three consecutive weeks at HOME. 

I am feeling nostalgic reviewing old blog posts. From the first night spent alone in a parking lot outside of a Kentucky truck stop to finally reaching a place that felt secure enough to sell my never permanent rolling home, I have grown up in these vans. I have found the deepest and scariest and most beautiful parts of myself in these miles and I will always be so grateful for the opportunity and desire to explore. 

I still obsess over van conversions and people living off of the grid. I have already blue printed my next build and I casually (daily) check classifieds just to stay up to date. But I am also embracing sitting still. Planting some roots. Literally, building a huge garden in my full one acre backyard. And getting chickens. Spending time with new soul friends, hiking with my dogs, reading books and even washing my face. Regardless, and as always, filed with so much gratitude for this life. 

The adventure will always continue. Winter, 2020. Kodak Portra.