Do you suffer from Wanderlust? I do. Big time. Since I was a small child, I had a fascination with the world. This was largely due to the Hardy Boys books my mother gave me to read. Even the covers triggered something inside of me. Instead of living in Kailua, Hawaii, I was suddenly living in Bayport exploring old mansions and shore roads. The effect The Haunted Road had on me can't be put into words, to take but one example. I soaked in every detail of every word and every drawing.
Thus my wandering journeys began, at least in my mind. I knew then and there that I would never be able to live permanently on a tiny island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. There was a whole world filled with knowledge, experience, and inspiration awaiting me.
The world is a great place for Wanderlust. As a child, I always dreamed about seeing this big beautiful world. Later, I worked hard to make those dreams a reality.
I've fallen in love with all the trips along the way.
God's work is evident in every continent, every mountain peak, every ocean I've ever visited.
Today I thank him for my lust to wander, my love for life, and my gypsy spirit. At some point I refused to live vicariously through others. Instead, I chose freedom. I chose curiosity. I chose to explore, to get a little lost, to see what's on the other side of the globe.
I'm so grateful for this journey into the unknown.