“You did what?” is the first thing people ask when I tell them I just moved from Maui. It’s not surprising to me. That’s the same question I heard from people when I told them I was moving to Maui, 25 years ago.
I’ve never been someone who let’s another person’s doubts influence my decisions. Once I make up my mind, there’s no turning back – luckily, the results have been mostly good.
Growing up in Seattle, I longed for sunshine and warm weather. So at the age of twenty-five, with two suitcases and a one-way ticket, I moved to Maui, Hawaii. It was scary leaving my home, my family, my friends, but the excitement of starting a new chapter of my life in an exotic location resonated over any fear.
For 25 years I lived a happy life of an island girl. A life filled with good times, and some bad; success, and some failure; love, and some loss. I bought a house, made a home, grew a successful business and enjoyed every inch of this beautiful island.
But as the years passed, I began to feel the longing again: longing for new surroundings, longing for weather, for seasons, for mountains, for family…for a change.
This year, I quit my job, I sold my house, all my belongings, shipped my truck to the mainland and bought a camper to live in as I travel around looking for my new home. Basically, I left as I came – with a one-way ticket and two suitcases.
With a camper and some change, I will travel the American West in search for a new home.