I moved to a remote island off the coast of Alaska. Not even living on the road prepared me for this lifestyle.

For two years, my home was a converted blue school bus.

My days on the road revolved around finding water, monitoring battery levels, planning routes, and deciding where I would sleep each night.

I learned how to live with less, adapt quickly, and embrace uncertainty.

So, last year, when I moved with my boyfriend to a remote island off the coast of Alaska for his job, I thought my time on the road would make the transition feel natural.

Before I arrived, I pictured endless wilderness, limited conveniences, and a lifestyle that felt disconnected from the rest of the world.

I looked forward to moving to a town of about 5,200 people, with surrounding villages bringing the total population to just under 12,400 residents.

Plus, the area is accessible only by boat or plane, with the nearest flight to Anchorage 250 air miles away.

However, once we settled in, I definitely encountered some surprises.