HOW WE MET

Ah, love in the time of global pandemics. We met in New York City just six months before lockdown. Our love blossomed over late night martinis in candlelit jazz bars, eating our way through Aaron’s favorite culinary haunts, and weird warehouse dance parties.

Two months in, we tested our travel temperaments with a spontaneous trip to Jamaica. We rented a car and circled the island, a foreshadowing of roadtrips to come. We found that our addiction to adventure fully aligned, and said our first "I love you" from cliffside pool overlooking Boston Bay.

Then came the Phish 2020 New Year’s run—four nights of jam-band-induced euphoria, where Lauren proved she could not only hang, but thrive. Aaron knew she was the one.

When the city emptied and the world got quiet, instead of fizzling in the pressure cooker of confinement, we couldn't get enough of each other. We loved the intimacy of small spaces. Our tiny Brooklyn apartment made us realize how colossal our connection was.

As soon as we could, we packed up Aaron’s Buick and zigzagged between the ghost-towns and empty National Parks of pandemic America (imagine visiting Yellowstone with no tourists). We found peace in the motion of wandering, waking up somewhere new everyday with coffee and curiosity. This curiosity became the foundation of our romance.

Eventually, we returned to Brooklyn, but the wanderlust had us hooked. We decided to seek out big skies and open spaces–we bought an empty RAM Promaster van and designed every inch of our tiny dream home on wheels from scratch. Austin became our home base– a perfectly central jump off point to the North, South, East and West.

Six years later, the adventure continues, building a life together in motion and in stillness, with love as the compass and the addition of our furry co-pilot Noodles who always loves to ride shotgun.