I don’t know what to tell you except for the truth: we broke up. We moved into a van and two weeks later, everything fell apart. We had an end-of-relationship fight in Santa Fe and then went to Denver where we spent two weeks apart, trying to figure out what to do next.
I didn’t plan to be a solo woman on the road, but life isn’t really something you can plan. Vanlife always appears so perfect—two people fall in love, move into a van, and live happily ever after. Our truth is messier than that, but maybe that’s what makes it worth sharing. I don’t know what adventures and plot twists await, but I’m looking forward to the journey on my own with #Freebirdthevan