Lately, and most recently within the past weeks, I’ve been fighting an overwhelming desire to leave the U.S. again. Every morning I wake up I feel this total void. The void can only be described as a huge

77 That’s the exact number of days it’s been since I stepped foot off U.S soil. It’s also the exact number of days I’ve gone without any of my comforting vices. It’s the number of times I’ve covered with

Taking the time to stop the motions of daily life to write is often really difficult. But when you’re traveling in another country, crashing on couches, living out of a backpack, and spending sleepless

This second follow-up post is being written the day after my birthday. I felt so much love from all my beautiful and inspiring friends and it was such a momentous occasion for me to celebrate my 26th year

Over the last few years, I’ve had a number of women, friends and strangers, contact me with questions and concerns about their desire to pack up and go and their apprehension in traveling alone as a female.