I have a journal that I have been writing in throughout my travels, yet I have a feeling that I am going to slowly start coverting my journal entries to stories on Medium. It is so much easier for me to type quickly, and I hope that someone will find enjoyment from reading about my crazy lifestyle.

I live by this, and I have to force myself to believe it even when I really don’t want to.

Lately I have been really pondering this question: What is my dream?

Last year I met my platonic soulmate, accountability partner, and best friend 5,000 miles away from home.