If I had to think of one image to define my Bussett heritage, it would be a big red barn.Not just any red barn, but the red barn that stands as a cornerstone of childhood memories for me and every Bussett relative I’ve known. A steadfast backdrop for family...

I have lived full-time in my van for three years and greatly underestimated how life-altering it would be.When I began, I told everyone it would be for a year. I believed that at the time, but I now realize it was a safety net I’d created. An out. An exit strategy. It...

It’s hard to believe this is my third December living in the van.When I first began traveling, I told myself each year would be different. I would travel new roads, venture to new towns, and see sights I hadn’t seen before. While there were certain areas that drew me...

I recently acquired a mountain bike and it has introduced me to so many unexpected delights. The bike belonged to the daughter of the family I pet-sat for in Breckenridge, CO, and while she had outgrown it, the bike perfectly fits my small frame. It’s an older Santa...

My friend Lindsey recently interviewed me for her blog. I’d read some of her previous posts and was familiar with their length and depth, so I knew this wasn’t going to be just a few shallow paragraphs. Instead, it became a deep dive into my story and how I ended up...