Transitioning My Art Journey:
Moving to Etsy, Blogging on Substack, and Relocating to the Mountains
I thought 2025 was off the charts crazy and emotionally draining.
Stephen’s cardiac arrest.
My brother’s health challenges.
My business drama changing platforms.
And trying to figure out where to land socially in a way that supports me showing up most authentically.
Now, in 2026, we are at war.
My life is being packed into cardboard boxes.
I have no home to move to, though I am heading toward the Carolinas.
Thankfully, our Airstream didn’t sell.
We can camp at Sugarlake until our next perfect home reveals itself.
I know there’s no perfect.
But out of my top twenty deep desires, I’m thinking I can manifest the top four.
My top two.
And Stephen’s top two.
The top values for where we are heading…
Long-range mountain view.
Quiet.
A lovely spacious kitchen with a gas stove.
A quiet neighborhood with some land to explore.
At least an acre.
Preferably five.
This would feel really nice.
Today, with my dreams of finding the perfect place for me, I’m deep in the chaos of packing up a house and making decisions about the the mysteries junk drawer that seems to replicate itself after every move.
Note to self, putting the junk drawer in a box doesn’t solve the issue. Now I have 4 boxes of junk drawer stuff.
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