Coming Unmoored

So where the heck are you anyway?

This is the rather eclectic blog of a late-thirty-something woman in the process of overhauling her life in the wake of a short-lived and spectacularly disastrous marriage to the “Perfect Guy”.

If you don’t already know me, perhaps the most important thing for you to know, at this point, is that I’m in the process of moving from Tucson to a floating home in Portland. A very small floating home. Like, 600 square feet small. After renovations. (And, man, are there going to have to be some renovations…)

And, just to make life more exciting, I decided to make this shift in the wake of having been married to someone worth millions. Several millions. (It should be noted that with the finalization of our divorce, he’s still worth millions. I am nowhere close.)

Just to be clear, this is not a “Poor Me” tale. The precipitous decline in my net worth had very little directly to do with my decision to relocate and overhaul my entire lifestyle. I’m sure people out there will be skeptical, but my short-time amongst the wealthy was awful on so many levels I don’t know where to begin. I finally had enough and ran screaming. I guess, in some ways, I’m still running as fast as I can through the changes I’m making in my life.

Anyway, my next resting point is a former 1960’s boathouse outside of Portland.

So, I better give you the disclaimer at the outset…

This is in no way intended to be one of your sleekly-packaged, narrowly-focused, terribly-helpful blogs intended to draw lots of advertising dollars for its creator. While I love to browse through those, I’m far too ADD to create one myself.

If you decide to thumb through the pages on my site, you’re going to find a hodgepodge of subjects that are of current interest in my including, but probably not limited to: floating homes, simple-living, the small/tiny home movement, frugality, responsible financial stewardship, and living green.

I also guarantee you find more information than you ever wanted to know about my cat, Rumi, along with periodic commentary about the men in my life, past and present.

I will do my best to categorize entries by subject so you can avoid what doesn’t interest you. But consider yourself duly warned. A wide variety of things interest me and I tend to collect shiny odds and ends in my blogs like a magpie with a cache of trinkets.

Why did I feel compelled to add yet another blog to the multitude that already exist?

Because I’m enamored with the sound of my own voice and tale. I mean, how could there possibly be anything more interesting than me?

Alright. A little less tongue-in-cheek…

I created this blog, in part, so that my friends in Arizona–who are convinced I’ve totally taken leave of my senses—have an easy way to keep tabs on me when I relocate. It is my dearest hope that if I manage to post entries on a semi-regular basis that demonstrate some surviving grasp on reality they will resist the urge to drag me back to the desert and lock me away somewhere disgustingly cheerful with daily macramé classes “for my own good”.

I have also been a storyteller as long as I can remember. I enjoy sharing anecdotes from my life with others. My intention is try to tell some of my journey in the next year or so in an Eat, Pray, Love fashion. (And, if you don’t know what Eat, Pray, Love is you: #1 Probably have a Y chromosome. And #2 Have been nowhere near a bookstore in the last year.)

Moreover, I’m hoping some of the information I have on this site may help others who are traveling along a similar path. As someone who lives and dies by her high-speed internet connection, I was surprised at how little information was online about floating homes when I started trying to learn about them.

And, while there are quite a lot of helpful, how-to articles on how to go about simplifying various aspects of one’s life, I haven’t run across many sites that tell the story from beginning to end, gory failures and all, of someone’s attempts to put all this freely-available, well-intentioned advice to good use.

I can’t speak for anyone else. But I know, for me, I enjoy knowing the details of the unconfident journey, U-turns, dead-ends, diasasters and all. I mean, if one of Lewis and Clark’s men ends up getting eaten by a bear, you better believe I want to know about it. (And, if I’m honest with myself, I suppose my story has the potential to end up a Donner Party kind of tale.)

Either way, here’s one to add to the collection of personal journey travelogues…