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.

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

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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.

WHICH BRINGS ME TO THE SHOWS!

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!

So on my 6 day stretch of “R&R” I happened upon LOCAL NATIVES for $30 at the HISTORIC FIRST AVE venue! You know, WHERE PRINCE PLAYED. A LOT. AND IT WAS IN PURPLE RAIN. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?!

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

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

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.

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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: nomadnadiad@gmail.com

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 ♥