I fit my life into a Prius.

"cool prius!" -nobody.

“Mary Poppins but my bag is a Prius” -me.

I promise this story is “cooler” than it sounds. Summer of last year, I never thought this would have been what 2023 looked like. I was living in Downtown Vegas, and had successfully started working for myself, even celebrating getting my LLC- (woot woot!!) I had clients in 4 different states. And I felt…fucking exhausted. I was working just to work- paying off pandemic debt. I knew I needed a(nother) change.

While having dinner with one of my dearest friends, K-… she asks for a pen and writes down the left side of a dinner napkin “January… February… March…” and so on. We wrote down a location for each month. And right there, we manifested my 2023. I didn’t know how or where, but I knew why, and when and sometime’s that’s all you need. That, and great friends of course<3

my napkin which sits inside my journal, and a polaroid of that napkin before my journey started, my view from my beloved safe space <3 use code SUBSTACKBESTIE for 30% off prints on my site.

So this one time I decide I’m gonna pack my life into my Prius and get the hell outta there! ...But where to? I couldn’t commit to an appetizer, never mind a new city to live in. But that was the thing- I didn’t want to be tied down to any destination. I wanted the freedom to pick up and leave. I wanted to fall in love with new spaces, learn from new people, and have time to give. I wanted to work on my photography and be around loved ones…and really the list was endless. But to be able to do that, there were a lot of sacrifices I’d have to be willing to make. Including the biggest one of them all, financial stability.

Little did I know the earliest realization I made would be life changing. I didn’t want to be in a city anymore. At least not for now.