Hi, I'm Brooke.
By day I'm in sales, chasing quotas and cold-calling strangers. By evening and weekend, I'm here, writing about the city I talked myself into moving to alone and never quite got over.
I moved to Seattle knowing exactly one person.
I'd never been west of Texas before I flew out for the interview. Three weeks later I packed a car and drove up anyway, mostly because staying in Jacksonville felt like a decision I'd already made by accident, and I wanted to make a different one on purpose.
The blog started as a way to remember things, honestly. A restaurant I liked, a hike that kicked my butt, a coffee order I wanted to find again. It turned into this: a running, slightly chaotic scrapbook of a life I'm still very much building.
The path, roughly
- 01
The day job, first
Landed the tech sales role, said yes before I let myself overthink it.
- 02
The drive
Four days, one very full car, and a playlist I still can't listen to without getting emotional.
- 03
The blog
Started posting three months in, mostly so I'd remember what I'd actually done with the year.
The Brooke binder
A junk-journal version of me: stickers, tape, and everything glued in a little crooked on purpose.
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