stories from a wanderer | s t a r t  i n g |

Twelve years ago, I would have never seen myself where I am right now. Come to think of it, two years ago I wouldn’t have imagined myself here either. I think now is probably the appropriate time to mention that for the first time that in my adult life, I don’t have the answers as to what’s coming next and for the first time as an adult I’m okay with that. Since August of 2012, I’ve been trying to figure what I want just for me. And that my friends, is how I came to realize that in my heart  I’m content as a wanderer. I know that I find joy in photography, making others happy and experiencing new place and people. Everyone has such wonderful experience and wisdom to share. Life is about Stories. Experiences. Anticipation. Love. Fear. New. Old. It’s about the moments that you laugh so hard, your side hurts and tears are running down your face. And the moments that you feel terrified, lost and alone. It’s these stories, and those in between that define us.

I think it is important to mention that I’m not a writer, and that I can guarantee there will be spelling errors and grammar mistakes. But I am someone that has stories and will now will begin to assemble them here.

-a wanderer