I’m born in the late ‘80s in Silicon Valley, which today marks me as millennial, privileged. As I finish high school, I envision a big future in New York City as a fashion journalist and bestselling author.
Cut to ten years later: I’m living in Los Angeles and I gain a master’s degree in a language I already speak. I have zero clue what I want to do next. All I know is academia isn’t for me and neither is NYC.
A new boyfriend speaks of adventure and a travel lifestyle. He has this crazy idea to live in a van. We leave LA together. Our relationship grows as we bounce between Oregon and Maine (although not in a van). We rely on careers forged in restaurant dining rooms and hotel bars. We pay off debt and we dream.
In 2019, we make the big change: We shed our two-bedroom apartment, buy a Class C motorhome (yes, also not a van), and begin full-time RVing. For a year, we cross the country, live seasonally, and visit amazing places. We envision a big future as nomadic artists.
In 2020, the pandemic chews up and spits out most of our plans. But we continue on as best we can…