At 24, I was single, young (not that I knew it), and living in the land of milk and silicone.
I chose Philadelphia for my second year specifically so I could push myself, test my mettle. In that sense, it fulfilled every expectation.
Loss is a fundamental part of traveling; people rarely tell you that.
10 Cities/10 Years was the scaffolding upon which I built my life; now I can stand without it.
I was dating a girl named Destiny. That isn’t the beginning of a poem – it would be terrible if it was – but it is, more or less, the beginning of 10 Cities/10 Years. Destiny was the prototypical mid-2000s emo chick with the requisite shock of dyed hair and star tattoos on her wrists. … Continue reading Go. Do.
These are my plans for 2017. Beyond that, who knows? Maybe I'll spend a year in Spain, maybe two, or three. Perhaps I'll follow it up with travels in Asia, South America, Africa. Maybe I'll never set foot in the United States again; just as plausible, I could return to New York in a couple years. I know only one thing at this moment: I want a life up in the air and out on the road.