Alive and Unanchored: Why I Hit the Road

A few months ago, after hiking the red rocks in Sedona, I came home and told a friend, “I wish I could walk on the beach every day.” He looked at me and simply asked, “Why don’t you?”

In that moment, something shifted. It felt like an awakening — a reminder that life isn’t locked in, that maybe there were more possibilities than I’d allowed myself to believe.

This isn’t a story about travel. It’s a story about survival, surrender, and starting over.

After years of working full time as an LPN, I pushed myself to go back to school and become a Registered Nurse. Just six weeks after graduation—when I was ready to step fully into the life I had fought so hard for—I was diagnosed with cancer..

After diagnosis, my life changed drastically and everything I thought was stable began to crumble.  Healing didn’t just mean treatments, endless testing and appointments — it meant letting go. Letting go of fear. Of control. Of the life I had carefully built that no longer fit who I was becoming.

When I rang the bell after my last treatment, I made a quiet promise to myself: I would stop waiting. I would live wide open. No more postponing peace, joy, or freedom.

So I sold my house, downsized to the essentials, and hitched The Silver Queen to The King. I didn’t know exactly where I was going — but I knew why.

Because being alive is reason enough.

Because freedom is a kind of medicine too.

Because there’s beauty in being unanchored.

This blog is where I’ll share my journey — the miles, the moments, and maybe a few missteps along the way. It’s for anyone who has ever had to start over. For anyone who’s

had to rebuild not just a life, but a sense of self.

Thank you for being here. Let’s see where the road takes us.

Adventure is calling, and it is time to answer.