I quit my airline, and before I start the next adventurous job, I took two weeks to live in the world of the unemployed. I adore the foreign, and this felt completely so, which wasn’t necessarily
Six days and I didn’t see an airport or step foot on an airplane. I stayed in the same place every night. I woke up every morning to the sound of Dad throwing an assortment of fresh veggies
I’m trying to keep up with my life. Trying and mostly failing. Instagram is doing a pretty good job of staying with the latest.
Becky and I made a valiant attempt at going to Australia. We didn’t