A travel memoir of home, belonging, and the quiet courage to begin again.

When our rented house unexpectedly sold, my husband, Hank, and I set out for six months in Mexico—the length of a tourist visa. It was meant to be temporary. But one country led to another, and before we knew it, a year became a decade of living nomadically across the Americas and Europe.

I never expected to find connection and belonging in impermanence. But our temporary lifestyle opened the door to a much larger discovery: that home isn’t always a place—it’s a feeling. A relationship. A way of being in the world.

I Could Live Here is an intimate and open-hearted memoir of midlife change, unexpected adventure, and a redefined sense of what it means to belong.