Nomadic Nurse Diaries

Dear Readers,

It’s been a while since I’ve written here, and I’ve missed this space—our little corner where I can share my thoughts and stories with all of you. Life, as it often does, has pulled me in a few different directions lately, and I’ll admit, I’ve let myself get caught up in its current. But tonight, with the sound of rain on Poppy’s roof and the girls snoozing peacefully nearby, it feels like the perfect time to catch up.

Washington has been a lesson in contrasts for me. The days here are darker, wetter, and colder than I’m used to, and the adjustment hasn’t always been easy. The perpetual gray skies can feel heavy at times, but they’ve also taught me to look for warmth in other places—a good book, a hot cup of tea, or the cozy little family I have with Stella and Watson.

Dating has been… interesting, to say the least. I won’t give too much away, but let’s just say I’ve met some people who’ve reminded me how much humor there is to be found in the chaos of modern romance. Even when things don’t work out, there’s something to be learned, a story to tell, or, at the very least, a reason to laugh.

And perhaps the most exciting thing—I’ve started writing a book. It feels surreal to say that out loud, like speaking it into existence might somehow make it less true. It’s a dream I’ve carried quietly for years, but now I’ve decided it’s time to give it wings. The process has been messy and humbling, but it’s also been deeply fulfilling in a way I didn’t expect. I’ll share more when the time is right, but for now, just know that every page feels like a love letter to all the lessons, places, and people who’ve shaped me.

To those of you who’ve been following along with my journey, thank you for your patience and your kindness. Whether you’re a longtime reader or someone new who stumbled across this post, I want you to know that I’m grateful for you. I hope that wherever you are, you’re finding pockets of joy and moments of stillness in the chaos of life. And I hope you know that even in the darker, wetter, colder seasons, there’s always a light waiting to be found.

With love,

The Nomadic Nurse