After exactly one year of roaming the United States, staying in no one place for more than six weeks, I have an announcement:
The adventurer within me is not going anywhere. It is still there. I don't want to settle down. I don't want to live a "normal" life. I'm not tired of traveling. I'm not tired of new things. I'm antsy and anxious and restless as ever.
I think I was made to roam.
I think I was made to experience.
I think I was made to be free.
And I think that's okay.
(coming soon: an overview of who the heck I am right now!)