About

Hi, I'm Brooke.

By day, I work in sales. About a year ago, I packed my life into a car and moved to Seattle knowing exactly one person. I’m still figuring out what comes next, usually with a trip booked or somewhere new picked out for dinner. This is where I keep the places I’d go back to, the stories worth telling, and the parts that never made the itinerary.

Brooke’s boxer with a red crab stuffed toy on a blanket — unpacking, with company

The short version

I moved to Seattle knowing exactly one person.

I'd never been west of Texas before I flew out for the interview. Three weeks later I packed a car and drove up anyway, mostly because staying in Jacksonville felt like a decision I'd already made by accident, and I wanted to make a different one on purpose.

The blog started as a way to remember things, honestly. A restaurant I liked, a hike that kicked my butt, a coffee order I wanted to find again. It turned into this: a running, slightly chaotic scrapbook of a life I'm still very much building.

How I got here

The path, roughly

01

The day job, first

Landed the tech sales role, said yes before I let myself overthink it.
02

The drive

Four days, one very full car, and a playlist I still can't listen to without getting emotional.
03

The blog

Started posting three months in, mostly so I'd remember what I'd actually done with the year.

Brooke’s car with a rooftop carrier and trailer — packed for the drive

Flip through

The Brooke binder

A junk-journal version of me: stickers, tape, and everything glued in a little crooked on purpose.

hey there

Brooke in a black coat beneath a love yourself, know your worth sign

Hi, I'm Brooke.

26, Seattle-based, coffee-fueled, permanently mid-adventure. By day I'm in sales, by every other hour I'm here writing it all down.

the short version

I moved to Seattle knowing exactly one person. I packed the car, loaded up my two dogs, and drove 3,000 miles across the country without ever setting foot in the place first.

A crate and belongings loaded into the back of Brooke’s car

packed and ready

"I wanted to make a decision on purpose for once."

before seattle

Ever since the end of high school, something in me kept pulling away from Florida. I get why people dream of living there. When you're a kid it really does feel like vacation every day: toes in the sand, wind in your hair, the adults all at work while you've got nothing hanging over your head.

no responsibilities, like a sword that never actually swings

I didn't leave right at 18, though. I moved out of my parents' house and into a place of my own for a couple of years first.