My name is Bella and I am a life-long nomad.

The story I am about to tell is a bit peculiar — one you don’t hear too often.

When I was 3, my parents picked up everything from their traditional, midwest life and moved into an RV. It was an experiment that they rapidly fell in love with — and so that’s how I lived. My life was spent on the road, most of it anyways. 

There were periods of time when my family settled into a home — but only for a few months before the monotony set in and we were yearning for another adventure yet again.

While life was a cacophony of tree-hugging, stargazing, sun bathing, swimming in the ocean, and admiring vast mountain ranges — I struggled as a teen living in an RV. One can imagine (2) parents, (3) kids, and (2) dogs is a bit cramped. So they settled.

This time is was in Austin, TX. My first taste of home beyond the open road. I went to a small school, found myself immersed in theater, art, and the typical social drama of any fifteen year old. 

I had dreams that had nothing to do with vanlife — I did not want a life on the road, normalcy was my new prerogative. My sights shifted to following my passion for writing, fashion, and environmentalism which all collided into a perfect career: journalism. 

That was my goal, a career in which I could make change while keeping the fire in my soul alight — but I wasn’t the type of person to go to school, in all honesty I hated it and so slowly, my ideas shifted back to where this all started.

Something nomadic.

It was a small spark after years of telling myself I was gonna be “normal” and go to college, then maybe live in a van. I got into a relationship at 18 and that was a catalyst for my independence + desire to live on the road.

We did not last but my new dream did.

Two years later, I own a van and am working as a full-time content creator. 

My story is odd but one I hope inspires people to give their dreams a chance and step out of the box (just a lil bit)