I’m Tracey. Trace to my friends. Sal to my mum (I’ve no idea why).

I’m house-less. Not homeless. Seven years ago I traded in the nine to five for a rootless rambling existence, and have never felt more connected to everything. I write to reflect, to remember and  to relive – about whatever floats my boat – the places I’m in and the people I meet. Part journal, part travelogue – just a potpourri of life. I’d love it if you’d like to travel along – especially if you’d like to add a thought of your own.