My nomadic adventures began in early 2020 when I left a life in New Orleans, searching for something more, but not sure what. A lover? True friends? A home that felt bone-deep where I belonged? I wanted to fall in love again. Not with a person, but with a place.

I set off on a solo journey to Mexico to learn Spanish, but ended up in the American West, living and traveling in a beautiful cabin-on-wheels called Firefly. I fell in love not with one place, but with many. Along the way, I discovered my true self. A self that completely surprised me. A woman who loved to camp solo (I was a city girl who had never even hiked), and a woman who could drive across a continent and international borders (I didn’t get my license until I was 30 because I was too scared to drive). A woman at home in the wilderness.

At my core, I’m a wanderer. Not always ecstatic. Yet always seeking the ecstatic experience. In 2024, after the death of my mother, I began writing The Ecstatic Wanderer newsletter, sharing vulnerably about the ups and downs of a life lived on the Road: searching for my next home, learning how to make new friends, juggling corporate work with a Bohemian lifestyle, finding meaning being alone in nature, falling into chaotic romances, and finally daring to put pen to page and approach strangers for photographs after a long absence from my art.

The journey continues and I’m currently at work on a memoir.