Like most twenty-somethings, I recently found myself wondering what to do with my life.
I’ve had the travel bug for as long as I can remember which is ironic considering I grew up around homebodies.
I jumped on any opportunity to get out of the small town where I grew up.
I finagled invites on friends’ family vacations since the age of 12, signing up for not so popular clubs like Marching Band and Key Club just for the trips, and constantly asking my grandfather about his time in the South Pacific.
By the time I was 15, I successfully overbooked every summer vacation until I was 18 and then it was off to college in the Big Apple.
Once I moved to Manhattan, I was hooked. Every nationality, every food, every form of crazy — all on one island! Perfect! But I knew I wasn’t meant to stay in one place for very long, and knowing I wasn’t ready to leave NYC, I decided the next best thing was to change neighborhoods – Financial District, Battery Park, Brooklyn Heights, Fort Greene, Bushwick, Astoria, Upper East Side – as well as a lovely six month jaunt in Sydney, Australia in between all the packing and unpacking.
So when it came time to figure out what my next career move would be, it was pretty simple, a desk job wasn’t it – I needed to see the world.