Well after people get over the fact that I'm hardly home (but always reppin'), they ask, as a nomad, how I will ever establish a sense of stability? After a little over a year, I've encountered thousands of people, many languages, various cultures and a rainbow of different outlooks on life. Travel became my addiction… Continue reading How to Establish Stability as a Nomad
"To My Future Husband, Wherever You Are, I Know Who You Are Because God has shown me who I am. You are the only one who can handle....." [click link to continue]
I have to be because I have sought after it since I was a young girl. Before I was a woman. Before I had my first kiss. Before I left my parents home, I wanted a home of my own. I wanted to feel safe in someone's arms, to know that they were my family… Continue reading Am I Addicted to Love?
We were seated in a bustling bar in midtown Atlanta only a couple hours after my flight landed. Publik, it was called. Somehow we lucked up with the only two cushy armchairs cattacornered with a view of the entire quaint space. We'd met many times before, often ending up somewhere to talk, away from our… Continue reading WanderLust (or Love), in Bar, in early Fall, in Midtown Atlanta
Long distance relationships are incredibly difficult. They happen for all kinds of reasons. You met an off duty flight attendant with kind eyes and a wicked sense of humor on vacation. You fell for a quirky girl with glasses and tattoos, in bar, who deploys for war in three months. Your significant other moves away… Continue reading Tips for Dating Someone with Wanderlust