life. redesigned.

After twenty-ish long years in Arizona, the dream of living in California became a reality. Arizona will always hold a special place in my heart as it’s where I met my husband and we raised our two beautiful girls in the house we bought years ago. The house was good to us and allowed me to work from home and put our daughters first. But Arizona never felt like home.
I have wanted to live in California for as long as I can remember. I’m from Colorado and, while beautiful, I’m not into snow sports. Not that it’s all Colorado has to offer, but when you know your soul belongs to the water, the mountains aren’t going to fulfill you.

Arizona wasn’t meant to be forever, either, but months became years. In our time there we were either in California or Rocky Point, Mexico as much as humanly possible. Arizona ended up creating a very deep, dark hole for me. I became who I thought I had to be, not who I was.

California is now my home. The move was oddly seamless; it never felt foreign. It felt right – like I was always meant to be there, which I’ve known deep down in my soul. There are wounds to mend, scars to nurture. Also, a fear of failure as I start from scratch. A new career. Preparing my girls to spread their wings and find their future. Heal myself, physically, as my dark times led to unhealthy habits. Here we go. It’s time. Adventure awaits.