Aspiring Wild Woman Warrior

The weekend warrior, mind you, not the violent type. I'm here to document my travel adventures to relive when I'm old and senile. And to share with the world - whoever may stumble upon this and find themselves intrigued. 

Sisters in Berlin

The travel itch is completely, 100 percent, absolutely, my parent's fault. Growing up as a military brat meant lifting up our roots and moving to a new state every few years. Then, when I was 10, we got stationed in Germany and wound up staying put for a whopping six years - the longest we'd ever settled anywhere. I'll be eternally indebted to my parents for having the foresight to take us gallivanting all over Europe, often to places where we were the only Americans for kilometers. At the time, I didn’t fully appreciate the values and experiences my parents bestowed on us, it was more: “Come on, Mom! Another castle?” followed by the angsty teenage sigh. We didn't have the newest electronic devices or hundreds of DVDs, but we had each other and the means to travel as much as we could cram into each year.

Having such unique, special experiences as a kid really changed me. It introduced me to the thrill of seeing a new city or wondrous landscape, experiencing explosions of flavor from previously unknown foods, and culture shock from visiting different countries. Once my eyes were opened to the infinite ways of the world, I became fixated on finding new experiences that elicit the same exhilarating sensation. It's refreshing to get out of the comfort bubble, to feel a little out of my element. It truly makes me feel alive, like I’m thriving instead of merely existing.

Now that's what I spend my time and money doing. I live to spend as much time in nature as possible. For me, nature is home. I want to inspire others to get out there and explore, to discover that itch that can’t ever be fully scratched.

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