I was Tennessee born, Kentucky raised, Chicago aged, and now I’m traveling the world without a true sense of direction, purpose or desire to stop.
In 2006, I was 17, and I traveled to France, Italy and Malta with the People 2 People ambassador group. At the time, I felt grown and adventurous, but then my passport went unused for nearly ten years! During my graduate studies at DePaul University in Chicago, I traveled to Munich and Berlin for a sustainable business class.
And that was kind of that.
When I came home to my Chicago life–my beautiful friends, the little studio apartment that was all my own, and a job in my ideal industry (publishing)–it seemed to fit poorly, like a suit from the 1980s.
So I made some changes.
At the time, the decisions I made seemed logical and easy. In retrospect, I can’t believe they worked out so well and I can’t believe that I was actually brave/ ballsy/ strong enough to make them.
I convinced my company that I could do my job remotely, I gave up my perfect studio apartment in Chicago, I moved everything I owned into my parents’ Kentucky home and I started planning trips around the world. At the time of writing this (October, 2017) I have traveled to Germany, Brazil, Greece, Ireland, the United Kingdom, Iceland, France, Cuba, Mexico, Colombia and Australia.
My life is amazing.
I can think that, but you can’t.
My life is hard. It’s a lot of planning; it’s missing family and working odd-hours; it’s getting diarrhea in Colombia and having my phone stolen in Rio; it’s getting hit by a car and missing flights; it’s being 29-years-old and knowing that the fact that I’m sleeping in a hostel bunkbed is both the reason and the consequence for not having a partner.
Basically, it’s absolutely hell on my un-diagnosed anxiety disorder.
How could you know these things, though? I try not to complain. I also try not to brag. Somewhere between the complaining and the bragging is where I live, and I need to actively try to exploit that, to share that, to write that.
So, that’s this blog.
Hopefully I can create a schedule and a safe-space for my aggressive thoughts, so I post all the things I’m already writing .
To everyone who has ever asked me, “Do you have a blog?” “Why don’t you blog?” “Have you ever had a blog?” “What happened to that blog?” This is that blog. Ya happy?
*That came out a bit more aggressive than intended, but I’ve decided not to censure my thoughts. Therefore, it stays with this asterisk of excuse.