Short Post: Reflections on 2017

This is my first post of 2017 because I have found myself in a state of perpetual Perfectionism Paralysis.

I have been so concerned with bringing y’all informative, substantive posts that I’ve ended up completely neglecting this creative outlet that I’d created for my family and friends to simply keep up with where I am and what I’m doing! So while I accept that I will never be a regular post-er, I’m realizing that I still must generate content. For me. For you. For my friends. For my family.

So let this be a reminder to you, as I remind myself:

Perfectionism is the enemy of Progress.

I’ve been working with a fabulous artist who has come up with a beautiful new logo for this page, as well as for Musically Modern Maven.

My creative life and my professional life are, for the time, separate. I believe that by the end of this year I will have found a way to make them at least complementary. Simply because I am a nurse who travels does not mean that I am solely a nurse who travels. I am a traveler with a passion for nursing. I am a traveler with a passion for music. I am a traveler with a passion for seeking alternative living solutions and making those dreams of financial, professional, and creative freedom a reality.

Many changes will be made over the coming days, weeks, months, years…

If you’d like to get involved, reach out. My only request is that you approach with patience, since nursing is a full-time endeavor which taxes all resources.

Slow progress is still progress.

And now, please enjoy my new logo. Keep your eyes peeled.



Travel Nurse Truths… /endassignment1


It has been an incredibly busy, immensely informative, beyond frustrating, and wholly satisfying 11.5 weeks in Minnesota.
Before bed this morning, after the first of one of my last 12 hour night shifts on assignment, I crafted this gorgeous little list of travel nurse truths that was as funny as it was helpful. I found a moment at work to wrap it up only to find the entire draft had been lost in cyberspace. Gone forever.

crap. -___-

SOOOO… here’s attempt #2.


1. People don’t know what travel nursing is
This is a fairly new pocket in the nursing world, which is believed to have begun around the 1970s. While that may seem like more than enough time for such a market to have grown to at LEAST be well-known within the nursing community, with little large-market recruitment, a fairly “undesirable” and unorthodox nomadic style of living (for most, but not all), and a huge learning curve, there are a number of reasons why it’s not as common as champions of the nursing world think it should be.

2. You’ve got to be a self-starter
Travel nursing takes a lot of research, paperwork, phones calls, organizational skills, and patience. PATIENCE.
When I moved back home after a failed attempt to flee to NYC, I legit locked myself in my bedroom for a week and taught myself nearly everything I could possibly know about the travel nursing industry without ever actually being a travel nurse. Even still, I’m learning new things every single day that are more administrative than nursing-related!
The single biggest, best resource I could possibly pass on through this (besides my own blog because, duh, I’m awesome) is Blue Pipes Blog. Besides having travel nursing-related posts, such as “what to pack” and “tips for travel”, they have a service that will consolidate all of your qualifying professional information for ease of transmission to potential employing agencies. BECAUSE…

3. You don’t have to be an RN!
Seriously. You may have to call around a bit before you find the agencies that work with LPN/LVNs, but I’m an LPN and I travel! It’s possible 😉
And because I’m not gonna leave you hangin’: Aya Healthcare, Trinity Healthcare Staffing Group, Supplemental Healthcare, NuWest Group, and Atlas MedStaffing all work with LPN/LVNs. You’re welcome. (**If you would like the names of my recruiters, please contact me directly.)

4. The bane of your existence will be getting started
Every travel nursing agency will have their own set of standards by which you are measured for fitness to become a travel nurse. You will have a nurse recruiter speak with you over the phone at length, no matter the agency, to determine your level of skill, your knowledge base, your restrictions for travel, preferences, etc. etc. etc. Plan ahead and gather your credentials beforehand. Set aside a couple of hours. Know that it’s worth it.
Great digital organizational tools include Evernote (just get the subscription. seriously.) and the Blue Pipes Blog.

5. It gets lonely
Unless you’re traveling with your family, be advised: traveling for a standard 13 week stint is tough. You’re (likely) in a new locale, new living space, with new coworkers, bosses, and patients, working your tail end off as per the nursing usual, and it’s not always possible for you to have a shoulder to lean on! To that end, make sure you know how to be comfortable alone or throw yourself into your hobbies. Hell, make a Tinder and swipe right on men and women to show you around their city! No shame. (*just be safe and meet in public!)

6. Friends, family, and coworkers will all want to talk to you about your job
I created this blog so I didn’t have to have the exact same conversation with every single person I know, ad nauseum, day-in and day-out. It still happens.
I love my job, don’t get me wrong! But honestly, you’re going to get sick of constantly (and mostly) talking about what your daily life is like. Or answering “what’s a travel nurse?” or “when’s your assignment up?”. Then, just when you think you’re sick of talking about it, you’ll bring it up in random conversations!
Really, if you’re not a people person, travel nursing is going to be a hard damn life for you. Grin, bear it, and get creative in your delivery.

7. That saying “nurses eat their young” will never hit closer to home for you
Look, people fear what they don’t know and what they don’t understand. You wanna talk about some threatened nurses? Fill in during a strike! I have not personally done this yet, but there was a local healthcare system on strike for a few weeks after I first started, and the nurses I encountered who were on strike did not have such kind words for any nurse filling in for them. They believed these nurses were engaging in a practice called “stabbing”, which undermines a striking worker’s position and gives little incentive to the employer to change their business practices. With travel nurses and/or strike relief nurses, the exact opposite is true, however: hiring travel/strike nurses will actually, on average, cost those employers MUCH more in the long-run, so the takeaway is, fellow nurses: WE’RE HERE TO HELP. Be nice to us! lol

8. Lazy nurses need not apply
Speaking solely from my own experience, you’re gonna work harder than you’ve ever worked in your life. It is imperative to know how to manage your own stress levels, because not only is getting started as a travel nurse and maintaining all your paperwork as stressful endeavor, but being locked into a contract that truly can be terminated at any time, for any reason will keep you on your toes. If you’re at the top of your nursing game and ready for a challenge, #Godspeed.

9. You’ve got to honor your need to decompress
This is something I always learn the hard way. It is natural to want to get out and explore every chance you get. It is natural to want to make friends to hang out with, and if you’re lucky like me, you’ll have people who want you around all the time! Even if they don’t want to hang, rest assured they’ll be interested and asking all sorts of questions once they catch wind of what your role is as a travel nurse.
It’s simply. not. realistic. to expect yourself to be a boundless fountain of energy.
Take the time to make your living space comfortable and a safe haven, free from work. Know what your self-care needs are. Honor them often, and don’t feel guilty about it.

10. Protect yourself/Enjoy the ride!
Know your nursing practice laws before going to a new state. Make sure you’re insured — malpractice insurance (try NSO Insurance), auto, life, medical, dental, vision, the whole 9. Ask all the questions you possibly can in a contract interview. Know your tax laws, and if you need to, talk to a tax assessor who deals specifically with travel nurses/contract workers. Document everything and make digital copies. Make hard-copy duplicates. Be meticulous in your charting. Be polite, be respectful, be charming, but take no shit. This isn’t an endeavor for the faint-of-heart, after all! And PLEASE — don’t take your travel for granted. Get out and get excited! You’re getting paid to “vacation” every weekend! (lol) 🙂

After learning some serious life lessons in this first foray, I hope that these pointers help you out! I can’t stress enough how important it is to do your research beforehand.

As I make the transition to this new assignment, which is highly likely to be on the West Coast, I’ll be brainstorming and compiling a ton of helpful tips, tricks, and pooling my knowledge of the industry so I can one day have a complete Guide to Travel Nursing available. Be on the lookout!

In the interim, follow me on Instagram @nomadnadiad for pictures of my travels, and email me if you have questions! I promise I’ll get back to you. Eventually. 😉


Lessons in Tiny Living (& Life in General): 1 Month In


What up party peeps?!

It’s been a damn month already… and it’s only been a month… living and working in the heart of East-Jesus-Nowhere Minnesota!

There’s a lot I’ve been up to, and if you’ve been keeping up with my IG at all, you know that I’ve been venturing into iPhone photography quite heavily in the past couple of weeks. I am so NOT a photographer, but my pics are pretty cool if I do say so myself, so please check them out and lemme know what you think! 🙂

So let’s give you a rundown of my insane assignment here so far:

A deer hit my car on 16 Sept 2016. You read that right — a deer. hit. ME.

I’d gone home early from a ridiculously scheduled shift, slept for a couple of hours at an amazing coworkers’ house, and decided to head back home around 0500 so I could get some time in with the kitties and my “own” bed. I DID come here to experience tiny living, after all, so it felt pretty crappy that I’ve spent all my time working and not at the tiny house!

It was really, really foggy, and I was going the speed limit when I noticed a deer off to my right in a field. Where there’s one, so follows another. I was keeping alert when OUT OF FRIGGIN’ NOWHERE, THE MIIIISSSSST of the damn fog, up pops this deer running into my left front headlight. I caught a glimpse of its terrified face as I slammed on the breaks and… impact. HARD.

She was dead on impact, this adult female deer, and I LOST MY SHIT. I screamed for a decent 10 minutes, crying my eyes out.

1) I love animals, and that just felt so terrible knowing I took a life completely by accident.

2) I had been SO stressed with shitty scheduling (see my post on travel nursing lessons) and run-of-the-mill new job drama and overstimulation

3) I was still pretty fuckin’ tired after that week. Seriously, just go read the travel nursing post. Your blood will boil for me.

Basically, I was doing the best I could, and then I got hit with whiplash and a wrecked vehicle. Thank God it was still safe to drive because I would have been screwed otherwise. As I write, my car is in the shop, and I have a cute little Toyota Camry for all my transportation needs.

When I finally did get a decent chunk of time off just last week (6 days!), I spent the majority of my free time dealing with running errands and going to a physical therapist to get my incredibly bad whiplash injury taken care of. I now I have another obligation in addition to my job during the week, and it’s necessary to even be able to work!

Today finds me frustrated, but doing everything possible to stay positive. You know, things have been so ridiculously stressful that all I can do now is laugh. I wanted the very independent experience, and if I can handle all this shit in a new locale on my own, I can handle damn near anything.

This means: I am so never getting married, since dudes’ egos are so fragile that if you don’t NEED them, they get bored and look for someone who does.

**I bring this up because I ventured into Tinderland YET AGAIN just to find people to hang out with (and flirting is fun, too! I’m young!) and have found quickly that ladies like me who don’t want a relationship or even just hook up are seen as complete shite and a waste of time. So I remain solita atm. Annoying AF. I need people to catch shows with.


Minneapolis is a dream for the music lover in me, y’all. I have a renewed sense of urgency to finish my production certification so I can start making my own material, that’s for sure!


I didn’t even have to push my way to the front row, where I stayed staked out all night with my new friend Lainey, also there solita for a good show, and I had a blast. Seeing them live is never a disappointment, and I guess I could say more on that, but that’s WHY I have a music blog.

I loved my time at First Ave so much that I went RIGHT back the next night to see The Faint and Gang of Four. Also awesome! But reminded me SO MUCH of my environmental soundtrack in NYC and my old roomie and his friends, so I left there a little more bummed than anything. Which sucks, ‘cause that show was fire.

And Tiny Living?!

I love it! I am definitely finding that I want more space than the 150 sq. ft. of Four Lights’ by Jay Schafer Gifford model, so I am certain that my drafted model should be sufficient and comfortable to live in full time. I don’t need much, and am thrilled that I have been able to transition so seamlessly!

Funny story: I realized some weeks ago that I actually have been a part of this “movement” without even realizing it for a couple of years now! I owned a Stewart Park Model home for about 3 years, bought in January 2013 after I’d broken my ankle and was craving my own space after being home with parents 24/7 for a whole month. What I ended up with prior to my move to NYC was a cluttered 384 sq. ft. that was unfunctional (because I’d failed to make it so) and didn’t bring me joy. It wasn’t mine!

Now, part of this might have been locale, as I had been feeling for many years that San Antonio had given me everything I could have gained from living there, and was suffering from a serious case of situational depression. I allowed my place to go to shit. I allowed my cats to continue ruining my lovely home that I, my friends, and my parents had worked so hard to remodel so it felt cozy. It honestly was a very handsome color scheme, complete with light gray walls, a darker gray ceiling, and dark wood-look vinyl flooring and a brand new bathroom vanity. I was sad to see it go when I sold before moving to NYC, but I know it’s in much better hands now. I’m glad I made the decision to sell.

The experience of living tiny now has solidified my decision to build my own home. I want it to be mainly my hands doing the work. I want to say that, not only will I own my home 100%, but that I made it with all the love and dedication I aspire to live my life with. This is quickly becoming a show of self-love that is incredibly important to myself mentally, spiritually, emotionally, and financially.

If I had to sum it all up in a couple of words: the Nomad Niche is going to be a physical manifestation of triumph over shitty circumstances and proof positive that I know what’s best for myself, even if I fuck up here and there. I’m human. My home won’t be human, but it will certainly be the best reflection of the human living within its walls.

I can justify every high-spec item I want because I’m worth the extra effort and expense. I’m worth the time it’s going to take to complete. And I’m eager to share the journey, good, bad, and ugly!

THIS VERY MORNING… I feel like I’m getting my bearings. My schedule is such that I was off for 6 days and then I work 8 days straight. I just completed night 6, and I left my shift on time for a first, and that felt pretty amazing, even if it took a while. All I can do is my best, after all, and travel nursing is NOT a cakewalk for easy money, in case anyone was wondering! 😉 Expect more frequent updates from here on out, too, since I finally have cell service through Verizon and a wifi hotspot! Being forced to live without a constant means of communication has also forced me to do a lot of self-reflection and given me a TONS of topic material. Get ready.

I shall leave you with a few pictures of the past couple of weeks, and sign off. I have more to share in my travel nurse post… check it out! ❤

The Inaugural Expedition


So, remember when I said that all my posts weren’t going to be ridiculously long? I lied.

There is so much to cover, and I blame not having Verizon at the ready when I moved out to middle-of-nowhere (GORGEOUS) Ogilvie, MN on myself. Srsly, though, screw Sprint.

Where to begin? (i.e. is this a tiny house post, or a travel nurse post? → BOTH!)

On 27 August 2016 at 2230 (10:30p — y’all’s gon’ learn some military/24-hour clock time) I started driving from San Antonio, TX, straight through, to end up on The Sanctuary in Ogilvie, MN at 2130 (9:30p) on 28 August 2016.

23. Hours. Of driving.

Only slightly different on this journey is that I brought maybe ¾ of what I own and my two travel companion kitties (Olive and Gizmo, you’ll see them later!) in my car, as opposed to pretty much packing everything in when I moved to New York. It was nice, since I could actually see out of all of my windows and mirrors on the road!

Somewhere in Kansas I even met a band who had just played in San Antonio the night I started driving, too, so be on the lookout for a rundown of their album on Musically Modern Maven soon! One of those happy coincidences you can’t get from anything other than travel, you know?

The Sanctuary – Pt. 1

Understandably, as I drove up to The Sanctuary I was exhausted and perhaps a bit delirious, listening to The Neon Demon’s creepy-ass soundtrack in pitch black night. One of these days I’ll have to recreate the scene that played out as I nearly missed my turn onto the minimal maintenance road listening to “Are We Having a Party” and “Get Her Out of Me”; every turn fit with the tracks, the woods were ominous and looming in from either side, and the thought of “I’m going to be murdered out here!” was ever-present in my mind. I may or may not have laughed maniacally as I both accepted such a fate and acknowledged the absurdity of the situation.

All told, that first night was filled with so much uncertainty on my end. I had spoken with Bill and Brenda Campbell (proprietors) on the phone and via email, but didn’t know them from Adam. Of course I knew they were nice people, but here I am in the middle of East Jesus Nowhere with zero cell reception, other tenants I am both eager to meet and highly wary of (because I’m not an idiot), and I’m hosting a laundry list of other emotional and physical vulnerabilities. I’ve no doubt that anyone would have judged another in my situation for having a good cry, and normally I think I would have since I cry at the drop of a hat. But I didn’t!

Bill, Brenda, and my new friends, the family at The Sanctuary, were all so welcoming and accommodating that it was next-to impossible to justify holding onto any kind of fear. Bill set me and the kitties up in the Jay Shafer-model tiny house that’s now my home until the end of November, I had my first sleep in the loft to the only slightly terrifying sounds of a thunderstorm, and woke up the next morning to a veritable paradise view. I don’t think I ever want to leave.

But Why Minnesota?!

Oh, if I had a nickel for every time I’ve been asked this over the past month…

I accepted my first travel nursing assignment! That’s why! hahaha
There are many reasons why a person can turn to travel nursing. Yes, it is an opportunity to travel. Yes, it is an opportunity to make good money. Yes, it is an opportunity to gain more independence if you’re anything like me and had to move back in with your parents. Sometimes, all these reasons don’t add up to shipping off to Hawaii, though, people!

Where I’m at in Minnesota is going through a facility-wide shift in the nursing pool. They’ve contacted several contracting agencies, such as mine, to bring in competent, fast-learning nurses, such as myself, to get them over this logistical hump. Not only am I providing nursing support, but I am essentially full-on new staff with all the responsibilities of your average nurse in a facility. I’ve only got about a week to get up-to-speed, at that!
In fact, tonight is my last night of “orientation” to my assignment, and my first day on my own is scheduled to be Friday! Talk about fast learning!

This is only week 2 of a 13-week assignment, however, so I’ll be able to offer more insight as time goes on.

The Sanctuary – Pt. 2, and The Tiny House Movement

So back to the fun stuff!

I would be a total liar if I said I felt like I was on the cutting edge of this brand new movement and blah blah blah. This whole tiny house movement is NOT NEW. My blogging about anything tiny house related is NOT SPECIAL.

You’ve seen the tiny house shows on HGTV and fyi; you follow tiny house porn boards on Pinterest; IG accounts, Buzzfeed, and HuffPost are all bursting at the seams with tiny living ideas and quaintly staged photo-ops from dwell Magazine.

The reality is that tiny houses have been around for ages in varying form, and the tiny house lifestyle is more a necessity of a certain mindset than it is a decision, in my opinion.

What starts as a casual interest in browsing the many outlets of interior design inspiration can, for those who are of this mindset, evolve to asking the many “why”s behind tiny living, as it did for me in a big way.

Moving out to The Sanctuary, temporary as it may be (and I’ll admit, I wish it weren’t!), has already begun to answer a number of questions for my own “why”s. I’ve been interested to learn Bill and Brenda’s “why”s. Mary’s “why”s. Tish and Scott’s “why”s. When our schedules allow, I’ll be interested to learn Deanna’s “why”s. I’ve even been lent a book signed by over 60 tiny lifestyle visionaries discussing their “why”s.

The reasons for going tiny can range from the desire for financial freedom to the freedom to travel to the freedom of simply being oneself to the freedom from stuff. Personally, I’m still nailing down all of my “why”s, but who said anyone needed just one “why” or that “why”s couldn’t evolve?! Mine started shifting the second I got in because…

Did I mention that The Sanctuary is full of cats?! CATS. EVERYWHERE.
I’ve definitely found my people.




If it seems as though this post is all-over-the-map, it’s because there is a bottomless fount of inspiration to be found in researching and diving into this way of life!

It’s political.

It’s artistic.

It’s psychological.

It’s emotional.

It’s scientific.

It’s fxcking poetic.

There is simply no way for me to cover all of these topics plus my experiences in one post, obviously, else I’d be committing to writing a novel in one fell swoop. I’ve got to get to work in a few short hours! haha

I will be covering all of this and more over the coming days, weeks, and months, so I invite you to join me. Learn more about The Sanctuary while I’m here! And travel nursing! And crazy cat lady life! And Minnesota!
I know my friends and family are all intrigued, so if you’ve found this post by accident, I’m only slightly sorry, and welcome! Ask questions, comment, engage with me! 🙂

If you are already well-entrenched in this lifestyle and want to offer tips and tricks — because I literally just took my first crap in a composting head and didn’t die, but you’ve already got it down to a science lol — reach out! Let’s connect!

Personal/blog IG: @nomadnadiad

Contact email:

Or reach out via the Contact page.

Now I’ll leave you with the best part: PICTURES! (Off my iPhone… I can’t apologize for the quality, porque I just don’t feel it necessary to shell out for a pro camera yet! 😉


I’ll be back soon! Enjoy ♥




Life is never static.

nomad – n. (no•mad)  2 : an individual who roams about

This blog exists because I’ve got a million things going on at any one minute and it’s exhausting to rehash it all every time I speak with someone for the first time in a long time… which seems to be every time I talk to anyone, really.
Plus, Facebook is annoying. We know this.

For anyone who stumbles across this blog and doesn’t actually know me, check out my “About” section for some background info… you know, if I’ve gotten around to writing it. Brief rundown here, for time’s sake: I’m a San Antonio-based, late-20s LVN with a degree in Public Health, 4 cats and a dog, a mom who owns/runs a dog rescue, a (sadly-neglected-but-still-awesome) music blog, and who is hopelessly (nearly 6 years) single. Good! We’re up-to-speed.


Why Nadia?
It’s not my given name. It’s not even a nickname that could be used for my given name, despite what a “Russian scholar” says when we made small talk on a plane some months ago. Thanks for shattering my dreams of name sophistication, homeboy.
I prefer to go by Nadia because I feel it fits me better than my given name in some ways, and it gives me the freedom to exist apart from my legal name, which is associated with my professional life as a nurse.
Friends and family, if you don’t like that I go by Nadia, I frankly dgaf. But I love you.

Why nomad?
To be fair, I haven’t moved a whole lot in my life (surprisingly enough, being a military brat), so I don’t mean this in the literal sense.
I’m more of a black sheep, so I mean this in the way that I don’t quite “fit” anywhere. I get along with just about everybody (never met a stranger!), but am into really weird things when it comes to music, movies, food, TV, and just about anything and everything I could possibly be weird about. So that’s where that is.

SOOO… What’s been going on lately?
*tl;dr – scroll to the bottom

» I’m pretty ADHD, so I focus really well when I’m interested in something, but find myself bored quickly and tend to overbook tasks thinking I can handle a massive workload. What happens next? You’ll see that I’m either going everywhere at the speed of light before I burn out and crash. Hard.

When I moved to New York (impulsively, within only a month of deciding to do so) back in April I failed to process much. I sped around for a decent couple of months between work and starting an online Master’s program, until something (a couple of somethings) shook my confidence and my foundation crumbled. When I say crumbled, I mean self-destructed into finely ground powder. Only 3 months after moving I had done a complete 180, from promise to despair, and ended up moving back to Texas.

Once home — no longer living in my own house but with my parents in my old high school bedroom — I sank into what could only be deemed depression. I laid in bed binge-Netflixing Friends for about a week, week-and-a-half straight, only coming up for air, food, and too little water to remain properly hydrated.

Mind you, I am not a clinically depressed person. I’ve been through a lot over the years and struggle with PTSD and disordered eating (more to be said about this in later posts), both of which share symptoms with other psychological disorders. However, I choose remain medication-free and rely on coping strategies I’ve learned through treatment at Eating Recovery Center San Antonio (aka ERCSA, fka Eating Disorder Center at San Antonio, fka EDCASA… I’m gonna call it EDCASA from now on, hence the need for explanation).
Since the strategies require me to actually take action, though, when I choose to self-isolate and do nothing… well… nothing gets solved.

So after about 2 weeks of being a completely useless human being I decided to get off my ass and DO something to feel better! I signed on again with my local nursing agency, decided to take a break from the Master’s program I was NOT fully prepared to take on (after a cross-country move and all the stressors that come along with that! I mean, come on, Nadia), and decided to focus my efforts on helping my mother out with her award-winning dog rescue. (Srsly, it’s hyperlinked twice. Go look.)
Ever since gaining the attention of Best Of Texas back in April, the rescue has simply grown beyond what the organization is equipped for! BUT, since the rescuers’ work-life balance has always been an issue — trust me, families suffer significantly facing the issues of rescue work — it’s a double-edged sword. Knowing that I am not equipped emotionally to help out with operations after 20+ years of being around such an environment, I found the best way I can remain involved is by offering a different kind of support. SO, that is why I am currently collaborating with my mom to rework the business model!

After having spoken with her, minding her vision as the President and Founder, I am confident we will come up with a workable, 501(c)(3)-friendly business model to present to current Board Members within the next 3 months. Would we like to get it together sooner? Sure! But another area of my life is poised to take up plenty of my time and attention, as well…


This idea was pitched to me as I was in the middle of preparing for my move to New York back in April. My thoughts then were, “But I’m just moving to a new state, why would I want to go elsewhere right away?!”. Ah, hindsight is 20/20, isn’t it?
Anyway, after NY fell through in such terrific fashion, I figured “ytf not?”! So I leave for my first assignment in Minnesota in just over a week, after just finding out I would be going less than 5 days ago.

If I and everyone around me didn’t already know that I was impulsive by nature, I’m sure someone would be pointing it out right about now.

Travel nursing is going to afford me the opportunity to travel every 3 months or so, staving off that inevitable ADHD boredom; increase my nursing skill set; boost my resume; boost my income; give me the environment to focus on pressing projects (such as business model planning); and this assignment in Minnesota has me staying in a tiny house!
→nah, I ain’t excited←

♥ Let’s talk tiny. (houses)

Blame people like Jay Shafer and Derek Diedricksen for being complete and utter tiny space geniuses for inspiring a social and economic counterculture movement — literally thousands of people are downsizing these days to take back their freedom, and I want to be one of them.

Prior to my cross-country move I was living in a mini-mobile home (also called a park model) of a mere 384 sq. ft. It belonged to a father and son who lived on my parents’ property, and the father graciously sold it to me so I could gain some independence back in 2013. Since I was just living in my old high school bedroom before, making the transition to a pretty small apartment-like park model wasn’t hard at all! I didn’t need to buy tons of furniture, and usually ended up just hanging out in my bedroom on one side of the thing, anyway. A decent 150 sq. ft. of that house basically was just storage. I’d decided by around late 2014 that I wanted to one day have a really nice tiny house, and my move to NY was more of a hiccup in the “timeline” for that rather than an abandonment of ideals.

Fast-forward to that post-move 2 week wallowing session.
As I started working on the rescue’s business model, I had a stroke of brilliance hit me. While I won’t get into the details right here, right now (because that post will come later!), let’s just say tiny houses came up and I legit went…






Within the span of a 7 day period, while I was getting my paperwork done for my agency, teaching myself everything I could possibly need to know about travel nursing, and also business model strategizing, I taught myself to design and draft my dream tiny houseTo scale.

I devoured tiny house documentaries, watched Tiny House Nation and Tiny House Hunters like it was going out of style, read every tiny house blog I could possibly find, and made notes on RVIA certification and RV construction on everything but the backs of my hands. Now I am confident in my knowledge enough to begin learning how to actually build things so that I can build my own tiny house, to my high specifications, within the next 4 years or so. Maybe sooner. Maybe later. We’ll see.

So that’s what’s going on with me!

The future of this blog isn’t guaranteed, but it started as a way to keep friends and family in-the-know about my life without having to get my frenzied, breathless spiel. Not every post I make will be this unbearably lengthy.
What I’d like to do moving forward is have separate sections for each endeavor — categories for travel nursing, God’s Dogs, the God’s Dogs Dwelling, my tiny house (called The Nomad Niche), and maybe just one for my general insanity… but I’ll call it something like mental health or ED recovery or whatever… sounds nicer.

*tl:dr: Welcome to my blog. It’s about stuff, and it contains words. Glad to have you.

Here’s a parting track to wrap this up. It’s brilliant, and one of my faves from 2015. Check out my music blog archive for more awesomeness like this. I’ll be back at that sometime soon, too. I know you’re waiting with bated breath!