These boobs aren't gonna sweat themselves.

Actually they will. Boobs suck. Welcome to Adventure Whore!

Join me, my skyscraper husband, and my 5 shirts from Target as we blunder through full-time motorhome life. 🚐

When the world went tits up in 2020, Mark and I vowed to live more courageously in our everyday lives. We had just renovated a house that we bought for the sole purpose of having sleepovers with our friends (this is not code for orgies) and then WHAM. No human contact. No travels. No life outside our kitchen table or Microsoft Teams app.

Even though I ran a bustling squirrel cafe called Deez Nuts and finally learned how to do my eyeliner, my Enneagram 7 brain was melting. Adventure is my kink. I could not care less about clothes. I do not own a purse. I cut my own hair over the sink like a fugitive. If my house burned down, I’d only be sad about the books and plants.

The pandy put us all on indefinite hold, and I couldn’t deal with my freedom being squished into a question mark. So I quit my advertising job and became a mortician, the most obvious first step. This had been a quiet dream since childhood that Worldwide Awfulness® finally pushed me to pursue. And the pushes kept coming.

1 year later, we sold all of our shit, hugged our besties tight, and moved from Wisconsin to London.

For as long as we’ve been Morgan and Mark, we’ve relied on vacations to scratch our itch for culture and spontaneity and food other than cheese curds. Living in a city of 9 million people and 250 languages has made my heart fly out of my butt.

We can see Moulin Rouge and eat Burmese food and mouth-breathe on Roman ruins in the span of an afternoon. But of course that comes at a price. A year of rent here costs a banker’s salary.

So! We thought we’d invest what we’d otherwise waste on rent into something we can own.

We plan to explore Portugal, Spain, France, Wales, England, Scotland, the Faroe Islands and Iceland in 2023. Meanwhile, we’ll be building our overseas credit and getting closer to an actual mortgage approval every day. Without spunking tens of thousands of dollars on rent.

I’m sure a million things will go wrong and a goat will end up in our bed. JOIN US, if you have the stomach for it!