Han’s Best Friend

Anyone who knows me probably knows my dog, Hank. If you haven’t had the chance to meet Hank, let me introduce you.

“Don’t you go in that pond, Hank”

Hank is my big, yellow, shedding, guyliner-wearing, sweet hunk of a doggo. I adopted him back when I lived in Birmingham, AL from a shelter who described his living conditions before his arrival as abysmal. He was a year old, and he had never been introduced to toys, to leashes, or treats…he didn’t know love.

The first photo I have have Hank: in his kennel in the shelter. Its so heartbeaking

We had to start from the bottom and learn all of the basics: this is your food, and no one will take it from you. This is your bed; you’re always allowed to sleep in it. Yes, these toys are for you, play with them. The crate door will always be open, but you don’t have to stay in it. My hand is only raised to pet you, please don’t cower in fear. Yes, I am your person, and I won’t ever leave you.

At home in Mississippi, riding in the Ranger.

Truth be told, I thought I wasn’t making much of an impact on him. He didn’t seem happy months after I had adopted him. He wouldn’t interact with me, he wouldn’t stay in the same room with me, and every time I left him he destroyed the things I bought for him. I’m ashamed to say that I gave up on Hank—I made the decision to return him to the shelter. I had convinced myself he would be better off with someone else. But then it happened. After making up my mind I took Hank to the dog park—I wanted to give him one last romp around before I returned him to the shelter where I had adopted him. I sat down on the ground at the park to watch him play, and as I sat I noticed another dog lingering close by. After a few moments I saw that the dog’s hackles were raised, and his teeth were bared. He was glaring at me. His body was low to the ground and he was making slow steps forward. I heard a slow, deep growl come from the dog’s chest. I didn’t know what I had done to illicit this type of behavior, but I knew I needed to act fast because I was about to become the victim of a dog attack. I started to raise my arm to guard myself as the dog lunged forward. All I remember seeing is a blurred streak of yellow barreling through. Before I even had time to think through my defense, Hank had met the dog head-on and took the bite that was meant for me. He fought for me. He saved me.

Hank saved me.

Luckily, Hank only received superficial wounds from the attack. I fixed them right up with some antiseptic and a couple pickle-free Chick-fil-a chicken sandwiches. My dog wasn’t going to eat measly brown pebble dog food after the way he had bravely defended me.

And that’s when it finally stuck. Hank was MY dog. From then on out I never questioned his loyalty to me, and he has never let me down. It wasn’t the only time Hank would save me, though.

Playing in the Mississippi snow! 


I’ve spoken openly about the extent of my depression in prior blog posts. It’s the first time I’ve been completely honest and open about how badly the condition affected me. The early years were hell. In those times while I was suffering in silence, not convinced I needed help, feeling ashamed that I couldn’t make myself better, Hank was there. He knew how I felt before I even felt it. On the days I needed cheering up, he was silly. He would do anything to make me laugh. The persistent little joker wouldn’t let up until I acknowledged him and his antics, and seeing my smile only made his antics get crazier. On the days I was angry, he was steadfast. He let me yell, he watched me throw things, and he waited until I started trying to hurt myself before he would step in. As I would claw at my neck in despair or pull my hair in frustration and beat my hands on the floor to feel the pain I thought I deserved, he would gently step in. He would nuzzle my neck, lick my hands, and lay his head in my lap. I’m sure it scared him to see me that way, but he knew it was time to stop me, and he did it. Those instances of anger were rare. More often than not I was trapped in my bed, weighted down by an imbalance of chemicals in my brain. Those days he understood. He would crawl into bed bedside me and lay down with a sigh. It’s as if he was saying, “I know somethings wrong and I’m here for you. Let me make you better”.  And he would.

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What a lovey…Hank E. Hankerton.

I honestly thought I was giving Hank a better life, but that certainly hasn’t held true. He’s given me the better life. My travel journey would be completely different if I didn’t have him. My life would be different. He’s helped build me back me back up to be myself again. He had to start at the bottom with the basics: I know you have food, get up… it’s time to eat it. This is your bed, but we need to get out of it—take me for a walk. Yes, my toys are here for you too…please try to play with them. Your door may not always be open, but I know how to get in—I will reach you. Raise your hand to pet me…please don’t succumb to your fear. Yes, I am your dog, and I will never, ever leave you.


He’s more than just a dog. He’s my protector and defender, my therapist and confidant…I’m his life and he’s my best friend. We saved each other and will continue to do so time and time again.

Christmas 2015


Tips on traveling with your furbaby

I want to introduce you to the main man in my life: Mr. Hank E. Hankerton. Don’t even ask, because he’s not told me what the “E” stands for and apparently never will. Hank has been traveling with me since day one, and while we like parks, traveling with him isn’t always a walk in one. I wanted to share with ya’ll my experience, give you some tips, and tell you why I would recommend it to anyone who already has pets they wanna travel with!


A little backstory on Hank:  I adopted Hank from an animal rescue in Birmingham, AL in 2014. I saw his picture on Facebook, messaged the shelter, and was meeting him within the week. The problem with Hank was that he had been “returned”. I know? Like an article of clothing. Apparently Hank’s previous owners adopted him from the rescue when he was a cute, little pup, but when he started getting older, growing bigger, and requiring more time and guidance they decided to keep him in his crate all the time (they admitted he only was let out to potty). Because he was a “return” (gosh, I hate that term) he was discounted to $50.00 so someone would adopt him. Well 50 bucks and a Petco blue collar later and I had my best friend for life. I highly recommend adoption if you’re thinking about getting a pup. They’re so grateful.

There are three huge things you need to consider when deciding whether to travel with your pets or not: their health, housing, and the trip.


The first comes as a bit of a no brainer—you know if your pet is healthy enough to start travelling to new places every 3 months. But there are aspects you don’t think about until you’re in the situation. I always travel with a copy of Hank’s medical records and a 6 month supply of any medication he may need on hand. This is helpful because if something were to happen (hello rubber band ball incident of 2015) and you needed a vet quickly, you would have medical records on hand to provide to help make things easier. Not only that, but all boarding/daycare facilities and most groomers require updated vaccinations for your pet to be allowed in the facility. Another thing I always do is let my vet know where I’m travelling and how long I’ll be gone. SO many times my vet has recommended a different type of vaccination or a change in monthly flea/tick/worm protection based on the area we’re traveling and the time of year we’ll be there. I keep Hank’s main vet at my home base of Meridian, MS. It makes it easier to have continuity of care for him, and because our vet is a friend I know I can call her for small things and she’ll give me advice. It just makes things easier. BUT. I always find a recommended vet in the area for just in case purposes. While we were in Colorado we had to go to the emergency vet twice because Hank has pica, and it was nice to have already researched which vet I should go to.



Secondly, you have to consider housing. Short-term, furnished, wallet-friendly housing is hard to find anyway, but add pet-friendly on top of that and you’re looking for a needle in a haystack. Because of my severe depression, I was able to get Hank registered to me as an Emotional Support Animal (benefits of ESAs, registration, and why I chose this route coming in a future blog). Because of Hank’s registration housing becomes a teensy bit easier, but it’s still difficult. I do a search on AirBNB or other rental services for housing that falls within my budget/desired area/desired type and message owners directly to explain my situation. Some people stand firm on their decision to allow no pets, but some will make exceptions. It never hurts to ask. It also helps to do a search on Facebook for housing groups. Many places I’ve traveled have their own version of a “for rent/sublet/roommate search” group that you can join. Once approved to join the group a quick “short term pet friendly” search should give you a few options. Sometimes apartments have short-term or corporate housing available. If not they may have short term leases available—it’s worth looking into the cost of that plus renting furniture. Craigslist is always available, but I used it as a next to last resort. If nothing else works out, Hank and I have stayed in an Extended Stay Hotel before for 4 weeks. It wasn’t a bad experience, and many times your travel companies have group rate discounts than can provide if you ask your recruiter (hint: they can be great resources as well).


The Trip

The last thing to consider is the trip. I’ve loved traveling all over the country with Hank. We get where we need to go, but we take fun detours that help break up our drives and give him the opportunity to hang his head out of the window and stretch his legs. Things I will ALWAYS have in my car before a trip: a beach towel, my handy-dandy squeezy water bottle, one week’s worth of food, a collapsible bowl, and Hank’s medical records. These are all “just in case” items. I always try to stop every two hours to let Hank get out to pee and stretch his legs. If you plan your trips beforehand you can find cool detour attractions that will increase the entertainment of your drive as well as provide a good energy outlet for your pet. Hank and I have stopped at national parks, roadside attractions, highly recommended rest stops, and even Las Vegas! Overnight stays can get a little tricky, but I’ve never had an issue staying with Hank at La Quinta Inn and Suites. They don’t charge pet fees, and they’re super budget friendly for a one night stop on the way to your destination.

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First travel assignment! Leaving Birmingham, AL heading to Colorado Springs, CO

The key to a good pet travel experience is keeping your pet’s normal routine. Hank and I move so frequently, but he knows that when I put my scrubs on it means it’s time for dinner and goodbye treats! Parks are easy to find and DogFriendly.com can give you a great idea of activities and places you can take your pets in the area you’re in.

As much as I love Hank, I wouldn’t recommend adopting while on the road. Its worked for some people but it makes it so much harder on both you and your new pet. Getting a puppy at the end of one assignment, and then driving the distance and beginning a new assignment isn’t going to promote consistent training or a daily routine. Baby animals require frequent vaccinations and lots of attention, and most boarding/daycare facilities won’t take them until they’re a certain age. Definitely food for thought.

If you already have a pet and you’ve been considering travelling I say do it! It shouldn’t hold you back. For me, not having Hank with me is not an option. There are times that I literally need him for my mental health. But having him makes eating at new restaurants or exploring new places so much easier. He’s my best friend and I’m his. I’m so happy we’ve been able to embark (hah!) on this travel journey together.

Pike's Peak

10 awesome activities you should do in Colorado Springs

Colorado Springs, CO was my very first travel assignment and holds a special place in my heart. I made sure I fit in as many activities as I could in the half a year a lived there. Here’s my list of 10 things you should do while you’re in the Springs.

1. Pikes Peak

Pikes Peak is the highest summit of the Rockies’ southern Front Range. It was my first “fourteener” to explore. I didn’t actually summit it, but many people do! I drove around the winding curves with no guardrails in my 4Runner to reach the top. It was such an experience! From that high up you can actually see the curve of the earth. And Bonus: the shop at the top makes a very special kind of donut. It’s has to be made special because in the altitude it usually wouldn’t work!


2. Manitou Incline

The Manitou Incline is also known as “death by stairs.” It’s an “extreme trail” that gains nearly 2000 feet of elevation as you climb it. And when I say climb I mean you’re taking a never ending stairway straight up the side of a mountain. The views are great and the rewarding feeling you get at the summit very nearly drowns out the pain you feel in your legs and hiney. Warning: there is a false summit. It’s such a little devil.


3. Cave of the Winds

Cave of the Winds is a collection of caves just outside Colorado Springs near Manitou Springs. The complex cave system hosts amazing underground views. With several options for tours daily (including a super cool lantern tour) there’s something fun for everyone. Not only that, but for all those claustrophobics out there, the stunning views from the pavilion could captivate any audience for hours on end. And if anyone out there needs a bit of an adrenaline rush, Cave of the Winds has you covered with a Cliff-side obstacle course, and two separate rides that will throw you over the cliff if you’re willing!


4. Garden of the Gods

Garden of the Gods is one of Colorado’s natural splendors. It’s a beautiful sandstone rock formation that can be found right in Colorado Springs. There’s all kinds of activities you can enjoy: jeep tours, 5K’s, rock climbing, biking, horseback riding. If that’s too fast-paced for you, there is a slow winding road that runs through the natural landmark so you can enjoy the rock formations at an easy pace.

Colorado Springs, Jan 2015
My first day in Colorado on my first travel assignment. Hank was such a pup!

5. Horseback Riding at Broadmoor Stables

Old Stage Riding Stables was located a little ways up Cheyenne Mountain and offered horseback rides through the mountains. They have rides for any ages and any experience level. I would highly recommend booking a tour…it was such an amazing, different perspective of the mountains that I hadn’t seen yet.


6. Cocktails at the Broadmoor

The Broadmoor is a luxury resort in Colorado Springs. It has so many cool amenities to enjoy while you’re staying there. From a spa to golfing to pet-friendly rooms, it’s got it all. Complete with the best library to pretend you’re Belle from Beauty and the Beast in. Even if you’re not staying at The Broadmoor, you can enjoy dining and drinks from one of its many dining options. For us it was great for having some spiked hot chocolate to warm up with after our mountain horseback ride.


7. St. Mary’s Falls

Guys, there are so many hikes you can do in Colorado Springs (that not even counting the whole state of Colorado.) But this one stood out to me because it was so hot, but there was still ice and snow on the ground. Typical Colorado…it doesn’t know what weather it wants to put on any day. The hike to the falls was a moderate hike with great views all the way to the top. I took Hank with me and he had a blast kicking up snow and trying to eat it. At the tippy-top we had a packed picnic for lunch. No better lunch view than the side of a mountain!


8. The Royal Gorge

The Royal Gorge is amazing. It’s such a cool destination. You don’t really understand how cool it’s going to be until you get there. For sure walk across The Royal Gorge Bridge and take a picture with your state’s flag (all 50 are proudly flown across the bridge). That won’t be the only picture-taking opportunity. The Gorge has all the views. So insta-worthy. And, again, for the adrenaline junkies, The Skycoaster is available. If you’ve ever wanted to experience the sensation of being thrown off a cliff, that’s your ride! There are some milder rides available for those who don’t care to know that feeling.


9. Zip Lining in Canon City

About an hour southeast of COS is Canon City. There you can find the Royal Gorge and all the fun adventures it hosts. One thing I would recommend is doing the zip lining tour it offers. It was super fun and can actually be combined with a rafting tour too. Just remember to wear closed-toe shoes! (I didn’t. I had to wear borrowed swim shoes. Such a Hannah move)

10. Snowmobiling

Snowmobiling ended up being my sport in Colorado! I don’t boast much athleticism, and skiing didn’t suit me, but I could sure snowmobile. It was so fun! Me and my travel friends cruised through the snowy forest mountains and I personally pretended I was a spy in a movie chasing a spy villain. You don’t have to do that though. But you should. Definitely look up a tour while you’re there if you have the time. We found a great on on Groupon!


In summary, go to Colorado. Just do it. This list doesn’t even begin to cover the awesomeness of that state.

The hardest part of travel nursing

Recommended Spotify listening: Traveler by Chris Stapleton

I’ve often been asked what part of travel nursing is the hardest. People always assume it’s the moving every three months or the long drives to get to the new locations. It’s not.

The hardest part of travel nursing is making the decision to do it.

I remember thinking it would be fun or a great opportunity, but I could never actually do it. How was I going to make friends? What if the hospital had different practices than I was used to? How could I leave my friends and family? It was just too difficult to think about.

It all came down to the fact that I didn’t want to leave the comfort of my everyday life. Who does? When you have a routine and know what’s coming next it makes life so livable. You know what days you’re going to work, you know what people you’re going to work with, and you know exactly where you’re going to be laying your head when you get home. It makes life easy.

But I challenge you to think about that. Is life supposed to be easy? Are we meant to become hollow versions of ourselves following the same routine just because it’s what we know and what makes life stress-free? Think about it. Do you remember your drives to and from work?…The grocery store? I sure didn’t. And that scared me even more than making the decision to uproot my life, change my career path, and leave everything I knew behind.

The thought of a mundane life fueled my signing a contract in Colorado Springs, CO. The strength it took me to sign that contract was something unbelievable. I made my recruiter stay on the phone while I read every single word of every single line of every single clause in that online document. I told him it was just to verify that I approved of the terms, but I had no idea what I was looking at. If I’m being honest with myself I was looking for any reason to back out of the decision I was making. I was looking for any small word that stood out to me so I could go about my already established easy life. The word itself didn’t matter…it’s what it signified. In its presence I would have been able to continue down my current path of staying in my career until I found a husband, had some babies, and quit my job to be a mom. 24 year-old Hannah hated that concept, but also yearned for it all in the same. Alas, the word I was looking for I did not find—I signed my first travel contract and in that moment squashed any lingering thoughts of what I thought my normal life would look life.

The moments after were pure panic. But something else was there too—exhilaration. Before that moment in my life there were exactly zero occurrences where I could have described myself as being exhilarated by something. My life was going to turn completely upside down, and I made the decision let it-nay, I caused it. It was exhilarating.

Yes, sometimes finding housing is hard. Sometimes you forget to pack something you need and you have to buy it again so now you have duplicates (I personally have so many salt shakers I’m surprised there’s salt left in the ocean). And sometimes you have to be alone, and that’s a hardship like no other. But the hardest part about living this amazing travel life is deciding you’re ready to abandon every other conventional path laid before you, and take a massive hokey-pokey sidestep onto your own path that you get to pave as you go. The roads you have to travel may be long, but the memories and the freedom you gain from this crazy, unconventional life last so much longer.

Colorado Springs, Jan 2015
My first day in Colorado on my first travel assignment. Hank was such a pup!

And so it begins again…

Spotify: From Eden EP – Hozier

“Jobs fill your pockets, but adventures fill your soul”

I recently decided to travel nurse again after a 6 month stent as a core staff RN at a hospital in Dallas, TX. I came to the hospital as a traveler, but decided to sign on to stay permanently. I signed a lease, bought furniture, signed up for cable and internet…all the things that I hadn’t been able to do as a traveler. I was prepared to feel so at home. I just knew I was going to enjoy having all my things in one place and having a place to call my own. I envisioned myself as Joanna Gaines…my overpriced apartment was going to be so farmhouse chic. I had artwork on the walls and succulents (they were fake, of course. RIP to all plants I’ve ever touched). I knew I was going to be so very happy finally being in one solitary place.

The problem was my solitary place turned more into solitary confinement. I felt smothered, claustrophobic, constricted. I couldn’t take a deep breath. I was completely alone and standing still for the first time in years and my knees buckled with the weight. I succumbed to my depression. Other than going to work, I was in bed. The curtains that Jo-Hannah Gaines had picked out were drawn completely shut. The couches that Jo-Hannah Gaines had excitedly picked out were unused. The flowers that Jo-Hannah Gaines picked out to add that perfect touch to the finished rooms were falling apart and rotting. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t eat. I cried. I slept. Sleeping was my only escape from the world around me.

I am grateful for my Mom. I can’t imagine how helpless she felt being states away and knowing I was in such a state. Multiple times she tried to come visit me and help me, but I denied her telling her I was fine and tomorrow was going to be the day I got up (it wasn’t). She was the one person who kept me somewhat level in my spinning, spiraling world.

Eventually, I got better. I made baby steps. A co-worker (who is now one of my best friends) recommended an NP to see and I was prescribed meds. Another co-worker invited me to supper with her and her sister and wouldn’t accept any of my lame excuses for not going. It was such a small, everyday gesture, but it meant so much to me in that time. I don’t even thinks she knows what she did for me, but feeling a part of something— feeling like someone cared—that made such a difference. Looking back, I really feel like it was my turning point.

Fast-forward to a few weeks ago: A co-worker told me how proud they were of the change they saw in me. Obviously I hid my demons at work, but I guess it still showed through the fake smiles and jokes. This co-worker described a change in me that I hadn’t even noticed. How when I first started at the facility I was so negative and sarcastic. I was quick to dismiss anything that caused me any extra work. I had such a negative attitude I don’t know how anyone put up with me. But she described a woman who had grown to face challenges head-on and with a positive attitude—a woman who found it important to uplift others as well as herself. She described me as someone I never thought I would ever be again: myself.

I stopped for a second to notice my life had leveled out. I was managing my depression. It was still there, but I could choose to not let it win. I kept my apartment clean. I was cooking for myself and exercising. I noticed myself complimenting others just to make their day. I noticed how my self-worth had returned, and how I expected more of myself and more from the people I chose to let in my life. I was proud to say that I was becoming Hannah again.

Something was missing though. I had my friends, my apartment, my dog, my growing career…but I wasn’t exactly happy with it.

So I signed a travel contract.

On the drive to Virginia I felt it. I felt my soul. At first it was just a flicker here and there, but on my detour to Skyline Drive in Shenandoah National Park I actually felt it. I had all the windows down and the cool air smelled like forest and rain. Hank had his head hanging out of the window, and I had my family’s amazing collaboration playlist playing on Spotify. For the first time in a while I thought “I’m happy”. Then I pulled off the road onto one of the gaps the park offered. The view took my breath away. Literally the breath caught in my chest. All I could do was stand on the barrier and gawk at the mountains, and the trees, and the river in such astonishment at the world we get to live in. I felt it then. It was like my chest wanted to burst and my heart ached from the beauty I was taking in. I took a deep breath. It was my first true deep breath in months—you know the kind that stretches all the way down to the bottom of your rib cage and causes your belly to poke out. That kind. I’ve never felt more guided in that moment or sure of a decision I had made in my life as I did on the side of that mountain.


My depression is still here. I feel like it always will be. But I needed Dallas. I needed to stop and see just how broken I had become. I needed my depression—my demons—to show their ugly heads and burn who I had become to the ground because the person I was then wasn’t who I am. It’s a slow process, but like Fawkes the phoenix (I told you I was a Harry Potter nerd) I’m rising from my ashes and growing into a better person.

I’ve chosen a job that can fill my pockets, but most importantly it has the ability to fill my soul. I think that’s all we really can hope for in this life. That and our acceptance letters to Hogwarts.


My Koala-fications…

Why the heck should you be reading my blog?

I’d be asking the same thing…like who is this girl telling me I need to travel/travel nurse and what are her Koala-fications??

Well…Previously I said that I’m a travel nurse, but I wanted to expand upon that topic.

I’m a Pediatric Intensive Care Unit (PICU) RN. I’ve worked in NICU, PedCVICU, Ped Trauma ICU, and PACU. I started my nursing career in 2011, and in those seven years I’ve worked in Mississippi (my home state), Alabama, Colorado, California, Arkansas, District of Columbia, Texas, and currently Virginia. I’ve driven to every single place I’ve worked, so I’ve seen a good bit of the country on the way to my assignments. Not only have I had some great road trips, but I’ve mastered the ultimate Tetris game of fitting one large dog and 13 weeks’ worth of essentials for the both of us into one SUV (hellooo SpaceSaver bags).

At this point I’ve made packing up, moving, and unpacking into an art form and can successfully do so with only a few bumps and bruises (okay it’s me…we’ll say a moderate amount of bruising and one asthma attack).

Not only that, but I have worked and am working with multiple agencies to get where I wanna go. Arguably that’s the hardest part of travel nursing—who the heck do you trust to govern your life for the next 13 weeks?? (more on agencies, recruiters, and contracts later)

I do travel with my large, fantastic, shedding, clunky, big, yellow dog named Hank. He’s been with me from the very beginning—from the beaches in CA to the Potomac River in DC (note to self: Hank does not kayak well). He’s registered to me as an Emotional Support Animal to help with my depression, but even with that registration, it’s not easy traveling with animals. We’ve learned how to make it work and now he looks forward to the words “load up”.

With all that being said, not only am I an experienced Travel RN, but I’ve also become an experienced traveler as well. An assignment is only ever going to be as good as you allow it to be. You have to be a good traveler in order for all that to happen. I have all the tips for long car rides, traveling with pets, detours, housing, making new friends, and adventures. And Bonus! If you’re ever where I am and wanna hangout I’m totally down. Let’s do fun things in our new city.

So now that you know a little bit about me and Hank I hope you’ll continue reading for tips, tricks, and general life lessons in the travel nurse world. Honestly, I learn something new with every assignment, but that’s what makes it so fun. Adventures should never become second nature—otherwise, what’s the point?

Until next time…here’s a picture of my car loaded up for my first travel assignment (Hank included). It definitely doesn’t look like that anymore.

First Travel Assignment

Welcome to The Travel Hanbook

Hey ya’ll! Welcome to The Travel HanBook!

I’m Hannah and I’m happy to finally have started a blog and I appreciate each and every one of ya’ll who decide to read it!

Long story short: I’m a Travel Nurse! After being in this career for roughly 3 years and having so many folks ask me about my stories, adventures, travel tips, agencies etc. I decided it’s time to put all my experiences in a place that all could have access to—a Hanbook so to speak (get it? Because my name is Hannah…I liked it.)

Additionally, I wanted this to be a free space for me to share some of myself with you. I’ve not been very open about it, but I suffer from depression and anxiety. I’ve been in heated battles with the disease for years (once I finally acknowledged I needed to battle depression and not succumb to it). I’ve found that traveling has helped feed my soul and pacify my demons, but I’ve also found that without medication I can’t even get out of bed to make a trip to the grocery store. So, not only am I going to be discussing travel nursing, I’m also planning on addressing my mental health and steps that I’ve taken to make it better in hopes that I can help others (and maybe ya’ll can help me, too).

So I want to keep it short and sweet for my first post. In future posts I hope ya’ll can get to know me better and I can get to know you! As a rule of thumb (according to my best friend, Ansley) Hannahs are passionate about 4 things: Dinosaurs, Harry Potter, Halloween, and Christmas. Keep that in mind as you read forward because this little nerd over here behind the keyboard in her Slytherin sweatshirt will more than likely reference them more than is appropriate for a 28-year old woman.

So sit down, buckle up, and keep your hands, feet, arms, legs, and tentacles in the blogging vehicle at all times because we’re all in for a ride!

Six Flags Over Texas