I dream of the day it’s time to pack up and move into my dream home in Silverlake, California. And I say dream home with my full chest, because baby… I deserve every inch of it.

OK, lets project 4 years from today, my daughter would now be five, we’ll be sipping pressed juices on the porch of our airy Spanish-style home, soaking up California sun with gratitude and grace. It’s not just about the house, the zip code, or even the view (though let’s be real, the view will be giving). It’s about stepping into a lifestyle we’ve longed for. One filled with ease, expansion, and elevation.

By then, the business will be in good standing. Not just surviving, but thriving. Built with systems that don’t require my physical presence 24/7. I see myself flying in for quarterly check-ins, managing with confidence on weekly Zooms, and spending my days present with purpose… not pressure, because I’m doing the work now to live with freedom later.

This dream life includes:

• Sunshine nearly every day
• Daily explorations walks
• Fresher food from the farmer’s market for my little vegetarian queen
• A possible West Coast business location because growth is inevitable
• A soft schedule centered around joy, love, and family expansion, because yes I do want another child!
• And let’s not forget… a husband. I will have a ring on my finger and peace in my heart, chile. This chapter will be led with love, not survival.

I’m not moving to grind harder. I’m moving to live softer.

Everything I’m building right now is intentional. From how I spend my time, to what I create, and even how I rest and apply grace. It’s all part of the blueprint. Because when the time comes, the boxes will be packed, the hair will be laid, the bills will be paid, and the life will be lived exactly how I dreamed it.

Picture this: Dru giggling in the backseat, our playlist blasting, the sun setting behind us as we drive toward the next era. And me? Passenger princess, fully in alignment—with my man by my side and a whole new beginning ahead of us.

CLAIMING IT.

Xoxo, Drea