I am a perpetual day-dreamer and a self-described "victim" of uncontrollable bouts of wanderlust. I have a hard time staying put. This has prompted extreme adventure-seeking and travel, including several out-of-state moves, more cross-country road trips than I can count, and not nearly enough travel overseas. Since becoming a (very proud) tia and a (permanent?) graduate student, I have chosen to remain close to home and family. My once-nomadic lifestyle is a thing of the past (for now), but I do not view this as synonymous with "settling down" or even "growing up." I have called many interesting places "home," but for now home is the cozy (tiny) farmhouse outside of Boise, Idaho, dangerously close to where I was born and raised. The adventures may look different, but are adventures nonetheless.
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes Awww...”
