Well… plot twist.

Former school teacher turned tattoo artist is attempting the rare and majestic migration back to Lincoln, Nebraska.

For the last few years, I’ve been in Sioux Falls trying to build a life, build a business, help other people succeed, and basically play emotional support raccoon for everyone around me. In true Allyson fashion, I gave everything I had away until there was nothing left.

I’ve been driving back to Lincoln on weekends just to tattoo and survive financially, and every trip reminds me that home is still where my people are. My family is there. My friends are there. My support system is there.

The truth is… I miss home. I miss laughing with people who knew me before life turned into a weird side quest. I miss feeling grounded. And honestly, I think my next chapter starts back in Nebraska.

I NEVER ask for help. Like, ever. I’m the kind of person who would rather drag a couch upstairs alone while cursing than inconvenience anyone. But moving is expensive, starting over is hard, and I could use a little help getting back on my feet.

So here I am… humbly passing around the digital collection plate like a punk rock PBS fundraiser.

Your donations will help with:

• Moving expenses

• Rebuilding life from scratch

• Preventing me from becoming a cryptid that lives in Siouxer Falls forever.

If you can donate, thank you from the bottom of my weird little heart. If you can’t, sharing this helps more than you know. If you’ve ever loved me, I taught your children, gotten tattooed by us, listened to our music, laughed at my dumb jokes, or watched me survive impossible situations through pure determination… thank you for being part of my story.

Let’s get this exhausted gremlin back home to Lincoln.