Home Is Where the Heart Is

Years ago now, I wrote a post called Home is Where the Hard Is. In it, I wrote about the hard that is our home, about the struggle it takes to do even the simplest home project, and about how that hard is what made it all the more worthwhile.

I was new to our house and we were in the honeymoon mood of making it our home.

My favorite addition: ceiling storage jars

The hard thrilled me, it revived me. It held up a mirror to life as I’d known it and asked if what I knew was what I wanted or, if instead, I wanted something different.

I was deeply in love, not just with The Chief but with all that he and this new life embodied. Yet as I was falling in love with my new home, a new friend who has now become a dear friend confessed to me that she was falling out. Reading my post, however, set to the tone of a starry-eyed, love-drunk newbie, a bit of the romance returned for her. She looked a little more fondly at the hard, she’d just needed a break At the time I remember being shocked that anyone could possibly fall out of love with the beauty of all that is our tiny hamlet in Alaska. She pulls you in, how could you ever let go?

Stop showing off, you beauty you.

The romance of the hard held me close for years. The thrill of an unexpected storm, the creative meals due to dwindling supplies, the discomfort of far beyond freezing temps truly testing my abilities to survive. All of it, every day of it felt like an adventure until…

We spent two years in the hard and a fissure formed. Timing isn’t everything but it can sure make a difference and after spending the entire year before COVID at home in order to finally settle after years of constant packing and unpacking, the non-stop hard started to chip away at the joy. No worries, we’d take a trip and all would be rosy again. Except, we couldn’t. Two years after our intended year-long staycation we went on our first vacation since our honeymoon and for the first time ever we both weren’t ready to come home. I’m fact, had Leto been with us, we might not have.

Where were we?


For the first time ever, The Chief said to me “I don’t want to leave. I could even see living here.”

And so, we have.

The little crack those two years formed has grown since it’s inception but when Ollie came, the crack gave way to a rushing tide of wonderings.

Would the hard work with him?

More bluntly: Would the hard with him work for me? Was I up for the challenge?

There are countless women who have raised their babes in the wild and I was certain for years I’d be among them. It felt like a badge of honor and I hoped it’d be bestowed upon me but that’s not how badges work. Truth be told, I know my ego played a part in hoping I could live this life and ride the homestead-ish mountain mama wave all the way in.

Gearing up to go outside!

The truth?

Maybe I could, maybe we will, but right now, I’m just not up for it. This summer, with a new babe in the woods where systems constantly break down and medical care 8 hours away, where there’s one road in and one road out and sometimes no road at all, I finally admitted to myself that I am not up for this year-round anymore. OK, I had done it. I had said the scary thing to myself but the scariest part of that admission was what would happen when I uttered it aloud.


The Chief.

Love rock

Since our start we’ve always spent some time apart but it’s gotten smaller in quantity every year. We love being together. He also loves being in Alaska. The two years had cracked him but not in the same chasm-creating way it had me. I wanted to be near healthcare and grocery stores, and activities and opportunities for Ollie and, truth be told, for myself. Yet I wanted to be with my husband. I wanted our family together.

So, what’s a family in transition to do?

Move to Hawaii, of course.

Cutie clones

Ever since that first trip, Hawaii had been our starting point for hard conversations. Did we want to live in Alaska year round? If we didn’t, where would we live? In a time where some of our dearest friends have been gone from Alaska, it’s been both harder and easier to think outside of the AK box. Our base has shifted. So, we returned to the place where that shift began, this time with our Leto and our Ollie, never to return.

Just kidding.

In the past few months, the hard conversations have continued. We spent Thanksgiving morning in tears when we came to the realization that things would indeed be changing but the questions of “How? To where? When?” were still unanswered. That doesn’t rest easy on the soul.

Since then, some big plans have evolved and come this fall, The Chief, Ollie, Leto, and I are doing the last thing we ever thought we would: we are moving away from the woods for more than just a season and heading to Anchorage because…

The Chief is going back to school!

Time to get curious again

I can’t express the happiness I feel in typing those last three words. I am so incredibly proud of him for choosing a path he desperately wanted but was unsure he’d ever see. I am completely aware that Anchorage is still Alaska, where the grey skies have been getting me down but, that’s the beauty of years of debate: compromise. We’ve agreed I’ll spend some time away every few months to up my vitamin D intake and we will both spend time out in the woods, just not all of our time. It’s the best (that we could come up with anyways) of all worlds. Time in the wilderness and time away and overall, most of our time together.

Almost eight years later, I completely understand where my friend was coming from. I love our home and I also needed a break from the hard. A real break. These past few months have been just what we needed: time in the sun, time with ease, and time to think.

Have I missed the 14-hour shopping days followed by the late-night 8-hour drives home? The unpacking of the truck in waist-deep snow at 3am? Honestly, in some ways, yes. The old me does st least. The mom me? In some ways still yes but in the ways that are a no, I’ve been grateful to be here, at home wherever my heart is.


In just a little over a month we fly home and for the first time ever, we won’t be rushing back out to the woods. Will we be there again? Certainly, but not immediately. Does this new norm feel weird? Indeed. Yet I know it’s right because when I remove what I feel I should do, coupled with what I said I’d do and look at what I feel I need to do for us, this is the answer.

With love,

From our hearts to yours (via Hawaii and a half n’ half sunset)

**Where is your heart taking you these days? Are you branching out from your idea of home or rooting down? Let us know in the comments below**


  1. First of all…I absolutely love being able to keep up with you all and that Ollie is Chris’s twinsie 🥰 Leto is a handsome guy too! Girlllll…your writing has me immersed in the waist high snow as if I was there with you!! Love it.
    Congratulations to Chris for going back to school 🥳 I know Aunt Donna would be over the moon and so proud. So crazy I can hear her voice saying just that.
    And here is your open invitation to come visit the Space Coast in Florida anytime; we have room for all 4 of you! I would love to meet you and the boys…and getting to see my very first friend in this world would be awesome too…I wish you guys all the fun and adventure and keep the stories coming please 💞
    Desarae and the boys

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    1. Oh man that brought a smile to my face, Desarae! I can definitely hear Donna saying that too. She was such a proud mama ❤️❤️❤️ Thank you for all your kind words and yes, I gave birth to a Chris clone 😹

      Oooooo we’d love to come visit! You know we will need to keep that sun coming our way at least in snippets! Thanks for reaching out!! Love to y’all! 🧡🫶🧡


  2. Such a hard decision, I know! We wish you all the best and hope to catch up with you soon here in Anchorage! Until then, soak up that aloha for us too!
    P.S. Ollie is the stinkin’ CUTEST!!!

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  3. Having made a similar decision oh 22 years ago! I’ll say it’s good one. Anchorage and surrounds are full of amazing landscapes, people and adventures both urban and remote. McCarthy is home of my heart, but Anchorage has grown on me. There is a strong tribe of McCarthyites who do the seasonal flip, you will have lots of company! I am stoked y’all are staying in AK

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  4. Oh girl, I understand completely. Having suffered the heartbreak of giving up winters years ago and contemplating as I age how to find a life I’ll be happy with after McCarthy when I can’t handle even the summer hard anymore, I’m with you. I’m so excited for you and Chris as you write the next chapter in the book of your life together.

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    1. The name just says Someone so I’m not sure who this is! Thank you for your camaraderie. It’s hard to move on from such a special place or find the in between with it but we all do it in our own way.
      Thank you ❤️


    1. We will be there all summer so we will have lots of overlap. We better make a pizza date early this year though so we make sure to see one another more than once or twice! Love you guys.


  5. Wow Jules, such a wonderful compromise you and Chris have come up with!! I am delighted for all of you!! What will Chris be studying? Just so exited for you all! Hugs to your special little Ollie!!

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