"In 2023, I lost my soul dog, Chubbs. He had been with me for 14 years through every apartment, every move, and even a cross-country relocation from Texas to New York. When he passed, it felt like someone had pulled the anchor from my life. I didn't just lose my dog; I lost my sense of safety and the steady presence that had guided every chapter of my adult life. The grief felt overwhelming."
"So, we did something radical: We sold almost everything we owned, from our furniture to our books, and bought an RV. We had no intention of settling down anywhere; life on the road was our near and distant future plan. Being on the road had challenges, but we enjoyed living day to day Those first months on the road were a crash course in patience and perspective."
"Every day, we woke up to the hum of nature and winding highways. We worked remotely wherever we parked, building a life that could fit inside a 32-foot space. We spent a few peaceful months in North Carolina, surrounded by trees and cool air, and almost stayed. In Pennsylvania and Kentucky, we discovered unexpected beauty in small towns and winding back roads."
I lost my soul dog Chubbs in 2023 after fourteen years together, and the grief removed my sense of safety and steady presence. My husband and I sold almost everything, bought an RV, and spent two years traveling across the United States while working remotely out of a 32-foot space. We spent months in North Carolina, enjoyed unexpected beauty in Pennsylvania and Kentucky, and found Arizona and New Mexico too dry. Life on the road taught patience and perspective, offered quiet for healing, and clarified what environments felt like home. Eventually we returned to Galveston and settled there for its laid-back vibe.
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