I’m Stray.
Not long ago, I had a stable life — decent jobs, a roof, a routine. Then my health gave out. Multiple surgeries, I’ve died and came back more than once, hospital stays… and when I finally crawled out the other side, the life I’d built was gone. Job gone. Money gone. Security gone.
So I made a choice: I’m not rebuilding the old life. I’m building something new.
Right now, I’m saving every dollar I can to hit the road full-time with my dog, Loki. No fixed address, no time clocks, no pretending. Just freedom, survival, and whatever comes next. It’s not romantic. It’s not Instagram-ready. It’s real.
This isn’t about chasing a dream. It’s about refusing to stay stuck in a system that already chewed me up. It’s about choosing peace over pressure — purpose over bullshit.
If you get that, you get me.
This is Stray and Loki. Not on the road yet — but almost. And we’re not turning back.
