A transplant by nature – home was first surrounded by soybeans and corn

Then by the power of the witness relocation program I became accustomed to a life of black cows, wheat pastures and cowboys. White Label, Polo wearin’, smells-like-freshly-cut-hay – cowboys.

While not completely true, that is the story I told my sixth grade class when I didn't have a strong reason for my family's move to Oklahoma.

After 5 years – and two degrees – in Stillwater, America, I packed my gas-guzzling SUV and moved to the thriving metropolis of Oklahoma City, which is where Rural Gone Urban got its start.


Since launching Rural Gone Urban, my career in digital branding and story telling has afforded the opportunity to travel the country.

Talk about a match made in heaven.

When I fell head-over-Lucchese kicks in love, moved to North Carolina, moved again to Texas, moved again to Tennessee and then lived through my heart shattering into a million pieces as I packed my bags yet again, I knew adventures could heal my soul.

This blog and I have been through a lot together: graduate school, first jobs, second jobs, cross-country moves, third jobs, fourth jobs, funerals, an engagement, a marriage ... and a divorce. 

We've learned a lot, grown even more and we're still adventuring. 

Let's adventure together.