somewhere anywhere everywhere nowhere

Somewhere anywhere everywhere nowhere…

This is my response to normally a simple question… Where are you living?  One that is usually responded with a city, state, neighborhood, street name, maybe even the exact coordinates. Such a simple question… I can’t really clearly answer.

I haven’t had a lease in almost 6 months. I have been bouncing around in-between work events. So if you follow me on social and it looks like I’m always on the road… it’s accurate. If it looks like a glamorous lifestyle… it’s an illusion. But I wouldn’t change this silly little life I am living. This is basically what I have been doing the last two years but now I just don’t have an official home base.

The city I am sleeping in is not the only thing changing in my life at the moment. The past few months have been filled with endings that needed grieving. Beginnings that were a cause for celebration. And many times, it was both at the same time. My company’s VP has a saying that goes… Don’t hate change, it will change. Don’t love change, it will change.

So I am trying to not hate nor love it and just take it day by day. There are days when I question if the long drives, constant logistics, and lack of consistency are worth it. But it’s worth it for these moments… floating down the river in Bend, skiing in Park City, watching Supercross in Seattle, seeing a herd of buffalo on Antelope Island, camping in Big Sur, dancing at concerts in San Diego, not to mention getting to see some of my favorite humans along the way.

 I have three months left on the road and then I will be returning to California to “settle down” near LA for a bit. In the meantime, I will be somewhere anywhere everywhere nowhere.

Just checking in,

E