THIS ISN’T A VAN LIFE BLOG.

It’s a breathing thing.

A collection of poems, essays, art, and raw moments from the middle of a messy, beautiful rebuild.

I live in an old van named Oscar.

I write from the road, beach, parking lot…

And I believe that sharing your truth, especially when it’s not polished, is its own kind of survival.

This space is for the ones figuring it out in real time.

For the soft, the sensitive, the seekers.

For the people who feel too much and keep going anyway.

WHY FOLLOW ALONG?

Because you’re tired of curated feeds and perfect endings.

Because you’re craving honesty over aesthetic.

Because maybe you’ve unraveled, too… and you want proof that beauty can still live in the ruins.

Every week or so, I share pieces of that process:

Letters from the road.

Pages from the journal.

Photos, poems, and confessions too tender for social media.

Not everything’s deep.

Some of it’s just weird and wonderful and real.

But all of it comes from a place of wanting to feel alive.

WHAT YOU’LL GET IF YOU STICK AROUND

• Blog-style essays on healing, heartbreak, queerness, recovery, and reinvention

• Original artwork… eventually… I promise

• Sneak peeks into the creative process (and the chaos behind it)

• Occasional van breakdowns, emotional breakthroughs, and little flashes of magic

This isn’t just a project.

It’s a living archive of trying.

If that speaks to you—stick around.

I’d love to build something honest with you.