01/28/2025
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I was 36 years old, single and yearning for more out of my life. I had recently moved my mother into a new assisted living after being her full time caregiver for 5 years, she was finally in a place that I knew I could trust and where she would be taken care of. She had monthly doctor visits to her home so the responsibilities on my end were finally starting to lighten and I thought that just maybe, this could finally be a time for me.
I had a few thoughts on where I wanted my life to go next but nothing that was certain except for the fact that my rent would end the following October and I wanted out. I was comfortable in my home of 2 years but it wasnβt fulfilling me anymore and I was searching for more. At that time I was still working my wellness business and had a few people mention to me about car camping and as it intrigued me since I hadnβt ever traveled far away from home, I started to dive deep and learn all I could about it. I started following multiple car camping pages on Facebook and speaking to some amazing women about their experiences and the ends and outs of traveling on your own. It was all so exciting at first and then the fear would set in, the idea of traveling alone as a female in America was not easy or safe, so to say. I also feared what might happen if something happened to my mother while I was away. Would I be able to get back in time to help?
As time moved on, I became more comfortable and excited with the idea. My sister would be released from jail a few months before the start of my adventureβ¦maybe sheβll stay clean this time and finally relieve the burden and worry that would be on me while traveling. I have not been many places in the US before but I had a handful of good friends sporadically placed throughout and would get great insight and advice from them on areas to visit nearby and of course invites to spend time with them that we hadnβt in many years. I found safe BLMs and National Parks to camp at and researched all the beautiful spots where I could and could not take my sweet girl, Cejas. I bought supplies for living in a vehicle and for safety, I did trial runs in my SUV and mapped everything out on google; it would be at least a year long trip following the sunshineβ¦South to Florida in the fall and then moving my way west throughout the winter months, ending up in my birthplace of Washington state by August of 2025.
As I was starting to figure out the last leg of my adventure, I met a boy. I explained to him my plans right off the bat, βI plan on leaving so you better not get attached,β and soon enough, we both in fact got attached. βI still plan on leaving soβ¦β βI will come with youβ heβd say. In my gut that wasnβt what I wanted, as I knew this was going to be a journey for me only, that there were things I needed to discover on my own, including discovering myself. I mentioned doing parts of it with and without him and we finally decided to just see how things go the following year. Days turned into months, months turned into jobs that would keep us both in place and not able to work while traveling and I started to question whether this dream was going to become a reality anymore. But soon after, a nightmare ensued.
April 17th 2024, 5 months before I was still set to leave even though I didnβt know how at this point, my motherβs spirit left her tired body. And when she left, I left as well. I had no idea who I was anymore or what I was supposed to do. Who I was without being her caregiver, who I was without part of myself on the same earth as me. I moved through an unbearable amount of emotions in the following months; guilt, fear, regret and suicidal thoughts were at the top of the list. I could no longer be who I thought I was and that boyβ¦.he had no idea how to navigate these torrential waters. We were both drowning with no lifesaver in sight. October was when I was supposed to adventure on from my life there in Maryland but instead, I was leaving the boy that I thought would save me. The thought of continuing this loss on my own was filled with fear but also certainty because after all, I was already navigating it on my own. Unconditional love and support from my dear friends and family gave me the strength and courage to know that I deserved more, even though I wasnβt sure who that me was anymore.
The holidays arrive and they are the most difficult to process, including my birthday. When my mother was well, she would always bring me a birthday cake and sing happy birthday to me in the most awkward voice that I loved so much. Our relationship was very difficult and toxic for a majority of our lives but these were the moments where she reminded me that through it all, she still deeply loved and cared about me. As I moved through these events with a new strength and healing that were coming over me, I finally decided that this was it. I no longer want to be lost, I no longer want to question who I am under everything I was told to be or thought I had to be. I wanted to be free, figuratively and literally. During this time I had been asking my landlord to rent month to month since I was so unsure of everything and by December, I decided it was time to go.
The idea of car camping was no longer exciting or intriguing to me. My nervous system was absolutely shot from the trauma I encountered throughout the year. Hyper sensitive to loud sounds and sudden movements, a thrown out back for weeks and multiple bouts of severe vertigo that left me helpless for days at a time, all left me thinking that there was no way that I could do all of that on my own RIGHT NOW. After some thinking and digging around, I finally decided to put the car camping on the back burner and travel using small Airbnbs and to just follow my gut on what to do day to day instead of meticulously planning everything out. My original travel plan had me coming back βhomeβ but I knew that idea was no longer an option for the future I wanted for myself. By December 31st, I had everything I owned in a storage unit and my little 5 seater SUVβ¦ Cejas and I were on the road to Florida to spend a New Year with our bestie and start a new chapter.
Most days Iβm uncertain of how my story will go but those are the days that give me peace and comfort in knowing that I get to make that choice, that I finally get to decide whatβs best for me and what I want my life to look like. Choosing myself has been no easy feat by any means. It is unnatural and uncomfortable most times but being uncomfortable because Iβm choosing courage over fear is a completely different type of feeling than being forced into it. I am starting to realize that this trip was originally planned to run away from who I was, in search of who I thought I might be without being told who I am and now it is to finally come home to myself, who Iβve always been and to be grateful for all the versions of myself that got me to where I am today. Iβve never been lost, Iβve always been here, I just had to finally look inside and SEE me.