When I was a kid, I wanted to grow up to be an adventurer. Indiana Jones. Jim Hawkins. Lemuel Gulliver. Marco Polo. Nelly Bly. Amelia Earhart. I wanted to soar in the sky, sail the seas, become friends with locals around the world. I wanted to learn how to ride a motorcycle, how to shoot a gun, how to ride a horse.
I think my childhood self would be very content with who I’ve become. I’ve done all those things and much more. Better yet, there’s more on the horizon. I’ve become what I set out to be: an adventurer.
I’m a 27 year old photographer, writer, designer, educator, and jack of all trades living in Virginia, across the river from Washington DC. I’m somewhat nomadic as a former expat who has moved 28 times in 9 years and I have more projects running at a given time than anyone in their right mind should.
As I said before, I’m an adventurer. I was a tall ship sailor for many years and I was in a race that involved two Atlantic crossings. I am slowly working on obtaining my pilot’s license because I find aerobatic flying as addictive as gummi bears. One of my favourite pastimes is riding (and frequently repairing) the vintage sidecar motorcycle that I share with my boyfriend. I’ve traveled extensively overseas and have spent time working abroad as an expat. I thrive on risky situations and nothing is more enticing than a road I can’t see the end of. Wide open spaces call to me with the voice of a thousand sirens and my greatest dream is to ride solo on horseback across the greatest of them all: the Mongolian steppe.
I have a bit of a problem with feeling like I was born at the wrong point in history, which I remedy by spending much of my spare time as a historical reenactor. I share this hobby, along with two cats and an apartment, with a wonderful Frenchman named Marc. I live a relatively simple lifestyle and try to roll with life’s punches as much as possible. I am also highly silly, and somewhat of a kid wearing grown-up’s clothing. I’m an ENFP.
When it comes to travel, I am not exactly your run of the mill travel blogger. I am not a fan of round-the-world trips, most of my international travels range from six to twelve weeks, and my history geek inclinations lead me to some pretty odd destinations. After living on the road for a few years I am now enjoying some relative stability, though I do a lot of domestic travel with one or two large scale international trips a year.