My roots are in a small town in Northern New Jersey, where I was raised with two old brothers, by my loving and adventurous parents. They spent years traveling, backpacking, and seeing the world before settling down with a family.
Travel has been coursing through my blood ever since I can remember. I took my first trip abroad at age 7, and although there have been slow travel years since, I have never stopped dreaming of crossing new borders.
I found my wings in Pittsburgh, where I attended university and began working my first “big girl” job. Pittsburgh is a city on the up, filled with the warmest people and killer restaurants, but I found it was time to spread my wings to the next adventure. And that’s what has brought me here.
I have solo backpacked 20+ countries and visited almost as many places as I am years old. Compared to my siblings, my parents, and many others, it’s nothing, but it’s my start in hopes of hitting 50 countries before turning 50.
I had wanted to live abroad since I was a teenager – the chance to experience a different culture, possibly learn another language, and live an entirely ‘different’ lifestyle than the one I am accustomed to at home. Now, I am making that dream a reality in Medellin, Colombia.