Deep in my genes...
Someone asked me recently if I ever got sick of traveling… No seriously they did! How do you respond to that? I mean really…it’s me they’re talking to. Traveling is my lifeblood; it’s the thing, other than Zach and Sami that gets me up in the morning. It’s in my genes…deep! I’m not sure if I have a favorite part of traveling, I’m just as excited at the prospect of planning a new adventure as much as I am of embarking on it. I’ve always had a very fertile imagination, which was developed at an early age and quickly refined into an art form. I guess in actuality it was a form of escapism for me, as often I’d sit as a child wishing I were always somewhere else rather than where I was at that moment. That imagination was formed in the crucible of poverty and alcohol abuse that surrounded me as a child growing up. I would often retreat into my imagination whenever I felt like I needed to be somewhere else, which to be honest was qu...