The world is a book, and those who don’t travel read only a page.
– St. Augustine
From winning a first-grade award for ‘most books read’ to constructing plans of writing my own novel, I have always been obsessed with the written word. Reading has served as a valuable learning platform, shaping my vocabulary and writing skills.
It has always had the power to transport me to a different time and place for as long as my imagination allows me to remain immersed — inspiring my desire to meet the people and visit the destinations outlined in those pages. What was once a virtual enjoyment has become a passion for traveling and living abroad in real life. What began as words on paper has become more than a decade of travel to more than 30 countries across four continents with tales of the incredible people and cultures that finally exist outside the pages I clutch in my hands. Reading was and remains my inspiration and escape, but it’s not always enough. I like to experience things first-hand.
I don’t know that I have a travel goal — no real desire to accumulate a certain number of towns, states, countries or continents visited in a certain time frame. I just hope I can always reach deep down, no matter where I am in life, and find that little bug that continuously reminds me that there will always be more places to see, more people to meet, and more life to live. In a way I hope I am never content with simply reading about this world — that I always want to experience it for myself. That there is always one more road I need to travel, one more destination I need to explore, and one more adventure I need to chase.
Once you start reading my story, I hope you won’t be able to put it down.