times of transition.

It’s been an inexcusably long time since I last posted. I’ll blame most of it on the fact that south eastern Utah is essentially an internet void, but the rest is my own fault entirely. In my last post we were at Bryce Canyon. Following that stop we hit Capital Reef, Grand Staircase-Escalante, Arches, Moab, Canyonlands, and the Needles District. Each of those adventures deserves a post of it’s own, I intend to do my best.


Favorite spot :) More where this came from, I’m working on it!


At Canyonlands David and I made the decision to head back to Durango. Our wanderlust was fading and the prospect of camping in still-snow-packed Rocky Mountains was less than enticing. So we decided to skip the Colorado leg of the trip. It was originally intended mostly for “town-scoping” (and seeing Rocky Mountain National Park, of course), so since we’d decided on Durango as a landing spot, there wasn’t as much of a need for it anymore. We’ll do the sightseeing at a later point, when we have the money to spend on it.

So we entered phase three of our adventure: Moving.

For a week and a half we’ve been in Durango. For a week and a half I haven’t written a thing. Times of transition have a way of spiraling habit, hobbies, and reflection activities out-of-whack. I’ve barely exercised, written, or read since we got here – I haven’t even touched my journal. All we’ve done is plan. For the first four days we made the 45 minute trip to Durango (from Alan and Glenda’s) every morning. We had to check out apartments, hand out resumes, formally and informally interview for jobs, train for those jobs, etc. etc. When we weren’t in town we were on the internet – browsing for apartments, jobs, contacts… anything helpful. The air around me constantly buzzed with nervous energy, nerves about apartments, temporary jobs, permanent jobs. Suddenly, unlike during the trip, the future was very real. Suddenly, I needed a plan. I needed structure. It completely consumed me, I had to figure everything out right now. 

During our trip I was the least stressed I’ve been since I was a child. It was freeing, invigorating, and addicting. I thought I could transfer that ease seamlessly into normal life, so I was taken aback by how stressful the transition was.

Whether or not this stress was inevitable or necessary, I’m not sure, probably not. But I know for a fact that pushing everything aside that makes my life 1. normal and 2. less stressful was, as usual, not the best idea. It’s the hectic times in life when I need writing, running, and yoga the most. I let myself slip into the exact emotional chaos that I told myself during the trip I wouldn’t. But hey, it’s okay. Better late than never.

The upside of our hectic arrival is that we now have a (temporary) apartment in town Durango, I have waitressing and babysitting jobs, and David has a retail job, to get us started. We finally feel secure enough, for the time being, to relax and settle in to this new place. With that relaxation comes the knowledge that this is really happening, that we’re really living here now. Which is terrifying and exhilarating all at the same time.

Now I have the time (and internet) I need to truly dedicate myself to this project and it’s original purpose. Moving gave me a completely blank slate. With it, I will live as ecoconciously as possible from the get-go, sharing with you what I learn and discover along the way. Of course, there will still be many reflections and stories from the trip that I haven’t yet covered, but I’m excited to start reflecting on home-life in this new way.

Thanks for sticking with me along the amazing, life-changing trip that has been my life for the past few months. I hope you’re as excited about future posts as I am!

(Pictures coming soon, I promise!)

Best, e.


showering on the road, and in life.


nat’l park photos – because you asked ;)


  1. I’m so happy for you Em! I can’t wait to come visit!

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