Category Archives: February 2013


I haven’t been able to write in days. Everything that comes out, doesn’t sound like anything I would write. I have gained the ability to wipe my brain of all my troubles. I realized, there will always be troubles, but I shouldn’t let them trouble me.

My brain overloading though,  stemmed from The Van accident. I literally put my blood, sweat, & tears into the girl. I gave up so much to be out here on the road, yet I have gained so much more. I was talking to a friend, more me whining about what the hell I was going to do. He told me, you are still you without The Van. Don’t let The Van define you, you are inspiring the world by being just you. I was speechless.

He’s right. Yes, The Van is rather badass & makes life on the road a bit easier. I thought I was dead in the water the moment I heard the crunching of metal. So, while The Van is getting doctored up, I’m going to set out on foot. I am going to shed what little I have, into my pack. I will still be Happy Nomad Girl, just without wheels.

I have never even thought about hitchhiking. I always felt pity when I drove by a wanderer on the side of the road. Why on earth are you carrying that dirty backpack? Why don’t you have a job? Well, now I know. I stuck my thumb out on the I-70 on ramp a few days ago, just to test it out. I think I looked too clean, it took about 15 minutes to get a ride. I remember standing there, with my pack & Zig, just so ecstatic. I had no idea who was going to pick me up, where I was going & when I was going to be picked up. Everything I owned at my feet and the whole world ahead of me.

I have no clue where I am going to & that is a beautiful thing. Whenever I plan where I’m going next, I never end up there. I meet others going in opposite directions, which sometimes turns into my direction. So here’s to life on the road, one step at a time.


With Valentine’s Day approaching, it would seem fit to talk about the “L” word.

Love is  strange. I can’t seem to rack my brain for a more fitting word. We tend to attract to others who are on a completely different spectrum, yet are mind boggled when there is a world ending disagreement.

Yes, if you are wondering, I have been in love. A love I once thought was unbreakable. Tomorrow will mark the first time in four years I will have not recieved a farm raised rose. Not quite sure how I feel about that.

I recently discovered a new kind of love. A deep connection rather, which has left me feeling both empty & fulfilled. I have had a taste of what it is to understand another human being & I long to feel that again. Never before have I been so in awe, wanting to take in everything you had to offer.

I also learned another thing today. Love on the road is quite different than what I’m used to and if you have ever lived on the road, you know exactly what I’m talking about. It’s different out here, we come across different types of hardships; our vehicles break down, meals are spent huddled over a propane stove, food is always on our mind, where we sleep tonight is the only thing on our mind. You deal with these issues together,  immediately upon hello. Out in the “normal” world, these decision making skills present themselves months down the road, years even.

And today, Happy Nomad Girl is Sappy Nomad Girl. I had the unfortunate pleasure of saying goodbye to an amazing person. He gave me an amazing gift, one which has opened my mind & heart. Not knowing if I will ever see him again leaves me feeling…well…a little sappy.

And tomorrow will you all do me a favor? Instead of spending that hard earned money on cards & flowers, show your love to Mother Earth. Maybe think twice about that cigarette butt you are about to flick out of the window or not pretend you didn’t see a McDonald’s bag blow in the wind. Better yet, show someone more unfortunate, you do care.

I love you all.

Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself – and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That’s what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is. ~ Jim Morrison