When I was 16, I dreamed of having 2 kids, a white picket fence and going to church weekly with my devout husband.

Fast forward a few + years; I was living in a shit apartment in the Middle East (literally surrounded by garbage), I worked with kids 8 hours a day asking myself why the hell I was there.

The situation I was in with my boyfriend? Well, that could label me as an infidel.

Despite all that…

I’m living, I see cool shit around the world on a semi regular basis, I eat delicious foods, I sweat daily, and I occasionally buy cute shoes.

People always ask me what my favourite country has been. I live for a good cliche, and will tell them it’s too hard to choose.

Thailand made me fall in love with cheap street eats and gorgeous beaches, England sold me on chic shopping and the busy city life. Dubai had me at drunk brunch, and Hong Kong? Sneaker Street. I’ve loved and hated every minute of my travelling life. Airports, and night trains leave me twitching, but I keep coming back for more and don’t plan on stopping.

Stay tuned for what comes next.

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