About nana

Hi, I’m Nana, I named my website Thrice-A-Nomad because when I was a little girl my upbringing was less than conventional, even by today’s standards. My parents were divorced and both lived nomadic lives. Can you imagine that, both parents living like nomads! I have awakened under a roller coster, a construction site, and in a park, you name it and I probably woke up there.

When I became an adult I adopted the same format, but with way less chaos. Not going to lie, not all was perfect, nor was I perfect. I put my self through school as a single mom. I was always striving to earn enough money to travel the world, but sometimes no matter the effort or the will, life happens, time and again I found myself putting me and my dreams back in the hope chest.

Soon my kids had kids, and that hope chest might as well have been at the bottom of the ocean. I watched as time flew by, and more pieces of me disappeared. I have been a mother since I was 14 years old. and honestly I don’t know who I am, I don’t know what it means to live in the moment, or what the hell living my best life even means. Don’t get me wrong I have had a few highlights in my life, and did work my ass off to get them, even so I am grateful for the experiences and what they taught me.

 Now I find myself at the third stage of my life, Thrice if you will. I have worked in the medical field for almost 20 years. I have worked in many hospitals, in many States, and more and more I am unhappy. Don’t worry, I’m not having a midlife crisis ( I did that in my 40’s.)  Whenever I’ve had conversations with people that are retired or up in age, they all say the same thing. ” I wish I would have lived my life instead of worked so much.”  “The golden years ain’t so golden. ” I’m just waiting for death.”  I am a captive audience to this constant wave of others peoples life regrets, grief of wasted lives, and their ringing endorsements of my potential future’s outcome.

I don’t want to live by the clock, to live to work, to live to pay bills, to live to retire then, end up in a hospital whose walls I have seen quite enough of. I want to live, to experience, see, meet, to be joyful. To learn to live in the moment, to discover what my best life actually is.

To make this journey happen comes with extreme sacrifice. Im not rich, so I’m selling pretty much everything I own or close to it at least. I re homed my beloved cat. I’m learning how to put a website together off of You Tube tutorials (YouTube Rocks!) Oh yeah, and I quit my job. If you don’t think that Im not terrified, I suggest that you try it and see how relaxed you feel. For the first time in my life I do not have a plan B. I’m jumping off of the proverbial mountain in a squirrel suit.

I am not tech savvy by nature, so please bare with me as I navigate all of this stuff.  I invite you to come with me on this new, and exciting Journey with endless possibilities. Where will it begin, What will it be filled with, Where will it end, and most importantly, How will I emerge from it?  This Journey is indeed terrifying to me, but what is more terrifying to me, is to remain “living” another day in clutches of this quagmire of life, as a stagnant cog in its wheel.