wan·der·lust
(noun – a strong, innate desire to rove or travel about.)
Seattle . Virginia . San Francisco . Madison, WI. Seattle . California. Seattle . Las Vegas. Seattle .
You see, I have a hard time sitting still. As a child, my father was in the armed forces, so we moved around a bit as the country needed him. We ended up settling in a suburb of Seattle, where I attended a fairly normal high school, then attended a fairly normal college. Then, I decided to follow the fairly normal American dream and attend law school. That’s when things became a little less than normal. I dropped out and slowly found my way, never living in one city or suburb more than a year. It wasn’t that I wasn’t happy in one place – I just like meeting new people and exploring new places. The grass isn’t always greener, but it is always a little different.
I also love hearing others’ stories. Not that I don’t like telling my own – like the time I met Perez Hilton, or the time I almost accidentally asked Matthew Inman (The Oatmeal) on a date, the time I unknowingly sat next to Antoine Dodson (Bed Intruder) at an awards show, or the time Alyssa Milano shared an article I wrote on Twitter. My life could have beeen written like the Friends’ script: each day is The One Where…..
I have a passion for writing, but am fulfilled when I help others. I’ve always made time and a place in my heart for giving back. I’ve previously volunteered with the Moyer Foundation’s GiG Network to help other 20 and 30somethings find a cause they truly care about to start giving back to the community themselves. I’m also beginning to get my inner-granola on, as I’m slowly learning how to rock climb. Hiking is hopefully still in the future for 2012.
And so is hopefully another batch of new cities…perhaps even few beyond the border. And of course, stay tuned – I’ll write about it all.
