I’ve attended my fair share of trailer rallies over the past couple of years, so I thought I knew exactly what to expect at this event. For the most part I was right – good food, good friends, and a boatload of great new ideas. Yet there were a few things I was still surprised by, namely the peaceful atmosphere and the picturesque landscape. However, by far the most surprising thing was the single most common word used by all the campers to describe one another: family.
As if living in a 70 sq. ft. “house” wasn’t difficult enough, add a second person and learn how to really prioritize the things that are important in life! Join me and Kendrick as we merge our two tiny dwelling lives into one. Some things are just worth a risk.
Home is where you park it. No truer statement could be said for a nomad – something I am proud to call myself. I can not deny, however, that it wasn’t the easiest leap of faith to make, and it is a decision that many eager spirits long to make.
Whether I have had the honor to meet you face to face, or merely through this virtual world of letters that form words, I can honestly say that I would not be where I am today without your support.
I recently took a trip up North and brought back a few souvenirs: A gash on my forehead, a hole in my eyebrow, and most importantly a rekindled friendship with the girl inside me.
My first blog post telling who and why I am.