After nearly two years of “life on the road” — consisting of stops throughout the Front Range of Colorado and into Kansas and Missouri for days, weeks, or months at a time — Sean and I are ready to exit the semi-gypsy life and begin the next phase of our adventure together. Continue reading New Roots in the Southwest
Somewhere around the time when I was studying Shakespeare and tending bar for unruly fraternity bros, I began forming an image in my mind of what my wildly successful adult life would look like. Continue reading Working to Make it Work
I have to admit, this lifestyle is pretty great. Living in the mountains, far from the rat-race and all it implies, definitely has its perks. But, such is life, everything isn’t always just sunshine and flowers.
In fact, some days are really hard. Continue reading It’s Not Always Sunshine and Flowers
We’re well into our second year on the Life Rustic road, and we’re still two very happy campers. We’ve made a few updates to both the little Jellybean camper and to our lifestyle, including a kitchen demolition and major change of scenery. We even made the life-altering decision to install a composting toilet. Continue reading Holy Sh**, We Love Our Composting Toilet
There appears to be a stigma or misconception that sometimes surrounds the tiny community. By community, I mean the ever-growing movement of people who are opting out of thousands of square feet in exchange for the smaller living spaces of recreational vehicles, tiny homes on trailers, school buses, shipping containers, motorhomes, yurts — the list goes on and on. Continue reading Tiny World, Big Misconception
This summer was an outdoorsman’s adventure and a transcendentalist’s dream… Continue reading The Rugged Summer, pt. II
Years from now, when your skin has worn thin and silklike, and your joints are rusted and creaky and won’t move anymore, what of your life will you look back to with fondness? Me, when I am old and weathered, I will think of The Rugged Summer. Continue reading The Rugged Summer, pt. I
I’ve gone off and done quit my job. QUIT. MY. JOB. The nice cushy one at the research hospital. The big girl job. The measure of my success. The one for which we dropped everything and moved. I must be crazy, right?! Continue reading Well, I’ve really done it this time.
On the second day of the new year, my grandfather left this earth. Loved ones surrounded him for days and weeks, and when he departed, his children were by his side. Sometime before he left, Grandpa Ron asked me to tell him about Colorado, writing the request on his dry erase board. Continue reading Tell me about Colorado: A Tribute
I’m a Mess… Those close to me have known that for most of my life, I’ve been a pretty messy person. Clothes, shoes, books, and papers have consistently littered my bedrooms, desks, and cars throughout the years, and I know now that part of my messiness can be attributed to being overwhelmed with stuff. Continue reading Minimalism & Mindfulness