Audacious Gypsy Adventures

McGregor and I grew up in Stedman, North Carolina where we met at just 10 years old. The story doesn’t get as sweet as you’re assuming, so… uhm…. Just be ready to judge me a little and get a laugh or two, too… Picture it: 6th grade, finally earning some freedom in small town USA, 2000: 2 girls walking down the neighborhood street to go Stricklands (the local owned gas station- go ahead locals, reminisce about that tiny place that was a staple of the neighborhood) and they run into a classmate on the way back. 

We spent hours sitting outside laughing, just the three of us. 

**Shoutout to Cheri for the introductions. Rest in peace, love bug. I wish you could see us now..**

I wasn’t the nicest girl back in those days- and regardless of the fun we shared, returning to school I felt like I had a reputation to protect. As McGregor will put it, I was ‘chasing a letterman jacket’. Honestly, he’s not wrong. The following years we crossed paths a few times, none of which were positive interactions for him. I know… I know. It was terrible (and I will spend every day trying to make it up to him). Fast forward to freshman year of high school, and McGregor decided to put on his big boy panties and write me a letter, confessing his feelings for me in great detail along with a full name signature.

What did I do? Posted it on the freshman hallway bulletin board. It stayed up for DAYS. Classmates, teachers, coaches…. Everyone read it…. And used it as the start to years of pure torture for him. Again… I know. I question every day why this man still looks at me the same way he did back then. Fastforwarding again some years, he gets expelled from school- and while he’s on his way out in hand cuffs…. What do I do? Start yelling at him across the quartyard, taunting him. Thank the gods we grow and change as we mature, I’m not a fan of that girl. 

Years go by, we both get married, have some kids and get divorced. As is life, eh? For whatever wild reason, McGregor sends me a message on facebook in 2019- he should HATE me, right?? We do the typical catching up, he was travelling working on the wind turbines all over the country. We began flirting and things were going well….until I met someone local. Did I do the right thing and talk to him about it? No. I just posted a photo of us on facebook. He loves to remind me how I ghosted him, and honestly- I can’t argue that fact with him. 

Fast forward to 2025, we aren’t friends on any social media and haven’t spoken in nearly 6 years. I’m bored at work, scrolling facebook and a fellow high school classmate posted a meme and guess whose comment is highlighted as a preview? None other than Mr. McGregor, himself. I responded to it with a smart ass comment because… well…. It is me….Do you really expect any less?

He sent me a message, and 2 months later I was on a plane ride from Fayetteville, NC to Sioux Falls, SD where I fell head over heels in love with him. It’s pretty much been me and him doing life together ever since. 2 months after that trip to Sioux Falls I left my job, and joined him on the road traveling from wind farm to wind farm, adventuring and laughing along the way.