It feels slightly narcissistic to think that people really care about our "journey", but what the hell, to be quite honest I'm sometimes bored out here in the wilderness. Yes I said wilderness. You see, about 6 weeks ago my boyfriend signed a contract to work on the east coast for a year. He proposed to me before he left.
My dog Olive and I closed up shop in Missouri while Nick established things in Maryland. Upon arrival, I realized that the luxurious retreat I had envisioned was in reality a tiny pop-up tent perched upon an army trailer parked in the middle of nowhere.
I guess this is love.
