It took me a long time to create this blog, but I’m finally here. I wanted a place to share my experiences honestly, not because my life is perfect but because it’s real. It took me years to understand that it’s never too late to change direction and discover what actually makes you happy.
For a long time, I followed the script we’re all handed. Work hard, build stability, aim for the house, career, and family. I worked as an interior designer and tried to build the life I thought I was supposed to want. I didn’t question it.
Then life shifted in ways I never expected. Health challenges, confusing symptoms, and a long list of unanswered questions forced me to slow down. Not in a poetic or mindful way at first, but in a literal, physical way. My body demanded a different pace. Fatigue, sensory overload, and brain fog became part of my daily reality. I couldn’t rush through life anymore, even when I wanted to.
Slowing down eventually created space for clarity. When I finally had room to breathe, I realized what I actually loved and wanted to dedicate more time to. History, ancient sites, archaeology, traveling, learning, sharing, noticing the details most people rush past. It all clicked. The books I read, the movies I watched, the places I was drawn to had been pointing me in this direction for years. I just needed my life to quiet down enough for me to hear it.
My husband and I made a choice to build a life that matched. We downsized, let go of the version of life we thought we were supposed to have, and started creating the one that felt right for us. We traveled more, lived abroad for a while, worked remotely, and learned how to live in a way that felt sustainable and meaningful. Which we were very fortunate to do, it sounds easy to string it all together like that when in reality it was a lot harder to manage.
That’s where the heart of this blog comes from.
I travel slowly because I have to, but also because I’ve learned that slow is better. It lets me absorb a place, feel its history, and actually be present. Slow lets me live and experience the world in a way that feels right instead of rushed.
This blog exists because I want to share that way of seeing the world. Not the fast, checklist version of travel, but the grounded, curious, accessible version. The version where you notice the depth of a place, not just the highlights.
There’s more to me than my health conditions and I intend to focus on those qualities. I enjoy baking, reading, listening to audiobooks and music, animals, the beach, painting (badly), and one day I will learn to play the piano. I’m anxious most of the time, organized to a fault, and also hilarious, at least to myself.
But most importantly, I’m someone who has had to rebuild more than once. I’ve learned that nothing is permanent and everything changes, but it’s never too late to start doing what you love.
So here I am, traveling slowly, studying history and archaeology, and sharing what I learn along the way. If my story helps you feel less alone or encourages you to live at your own pace, then it’s worth sharing.
Thank you for being here.