Hello! Thank you for being here.
I’ve spent years procrastinating this blog. I could say it was because I was busy, but the truth is I often felt like I wasn’t enough. I thought I didn’t travel “far enough,” “often enough,” or know enough tips and tricks to give anyone worthwhile advice. I kept telling myself I lacked the experience to speak on travel at all.
But the reality is that travel has shaped who I am, and the lessons I’ve learned along the way are worth sharing.
My love for travel likely began because I couldn’t visit my loved ones for years. I missed the smell of my grandma’s house, a combination of fresh food with lemon cleaner for hardwood floors. My young mind didn’t understand why I couldn’t just sneak into someone’s luggage, visit my family for a few hours, and come right back. I often fantasized about it.
When the pandemic happened and everyone was heartbroken about missing holidays with their families, I understood that feeling all too well. It was a kind of longing I had carried for over a decade. Whether it was trauma, a limitation, or simply the ache of missing people I loved, something in that experience pushed me to make travel a priority in my adult life.
As I finally start this blog, I hope it inspires you to do the thing you’ve been thinking about—take the risk, start the project, try something new even if it scares you.
I was a dreamer.
Meet Bucky the Beagle
He is my son, he will be turning 12 this year. I adore him, although he’s probably a master manipulator. His almost never-ending barking matches his big personality.