A plan that went sideways AKA Welp. Here I am.

I had a dream to live in a house that had a yard that was big enough for me to grow vegetables and dyer plants for yarn (and some grass for my dog to roam). I dreamed of having space to make art and not share walls with neighbors who simultaneously blasted tv and shouted any time I used my tufting gun or sewing machine in my apartment. For 2 years I sought out that house and FINALLY in November of 2023 I found a home that met my criteria and also met my very limited budget. It was across the country. I was okay with that. I loved living in LA but the only way I could afford a place to live and flourish there is if I won the lottery.

I packed up my apartment, paid for a storage POD to be packed and shipped across the country, and said a bittersweet farewell to California. Then I got in my car with my dog and drove for 5 days to Pennsylvania.

Then everything went sideways with the house and on the day that I thought I’d be starting a new life I found myself crying in a shitty hotel room and longing for my too tiny place in LA with the hostile neighbor who screamed at me for using my tufting gun at 3PM.

Then I packed up my car, gave my mentally exhausted dog some treats, and drove for 20 hours (through a freakin winter storm) to land in a place of temporary security while I plan what happens next. Anybody who knows me knows that couch surfing with extended family in FLORIDA was never even remotely on my bingo card.

Y’all I refused to go on family vacation to Disney World when I was 13. Better home alone in the Midwest during March than Florida, I said.

If only 13-year-old Sarah could see me now.

Welp. Here I am. Stay tuned. No more secret dreams and quiet plans. This time I’m telling all.