“To live will be an awfully big adventure.” -J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan
I’ve been to more countries than I have years in my age. I’ve seen more cultures and heard more languages than I knew existed, and by the time I was 21 I had driven cross-country from Orlando, Florida to Los Angeles, California by myself. I fight daily with depression, PTSD, and anxiety; I have an addiction to coffee and nicotine; I drink more than my liver would like; and I love my Pitbull more than anything.
They say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, in my case this couldn’t be any more true. My family instilled a deep-seeded wanderlust in me from a very young age; I was extremely fortunate that my mother would take my family bouncing from city to city, or country to country during spring and summer breaks when I was in school. I was born and raised in the heart of Manhattan in New York City, growing up I attended a small private school called Packer Collegiate Institute in Brooklyn Heights where my graduating class was less than 80 people. No, I didn’t wear a uniform, but I was constantly in trouble for the holes in my jeans, the piercings in my lip, and the tattoos on my arms. After graduation, I packed my bags and moved to Orlando, Florida where I got my B.S. and M.S. in Business with a focus on the music and entertainment industries from a small school called Full Sail University. Never heard of it? That’s cool, up until my junior year of high school neither had I. It’s about an hour away from Disney World if that helps. After graduation I stayed in the Central Florida area for another year (after a brief and miserable year in a Baltimore suburb), only to realize that Florida had nothing left to offer me. So at the ripe old age of 24, I packed my bags again and moved back home to The City That Never Sleeps and spent the first month and a half back traveling from Canada to Bermuda where I’ve made life-long friends from around the world.
Traveling is the one thing that I will never lose a love for, it’s the one thing I will continue to do until the day I die. I had never thought about doing a travel blog until someone in my family pointed out that my love for traveling and my love for writing would be a perfect combination for such a thing, so here we are. These blog posts aren’t meant to brag about my travels, nor are they meant to act as a travel guide for people looking into new places. I wanted to document and share my experiences both in and out of the country – the people I meet and the things I do, but mostly the memories I hope to never forget. I welcome you to read along as I continue my journey through this crazy life and this wide, wide world. Thank you.