Get Up and Go.

When I was 19 years old I thought I was going through a mid-life crisis. I wasn’t happy with how college was going, I couldn’t decide on a career path, and my restless heart had me constantly looking around at someplace to go and something new to see. This was the end of my sophomore year…

Ireland Part 1: The Take Off.

The familiar tears started forming behind my eyes as I hugged my Mother goodbye one last time. Sure, I had traveled alone before, even across the seas but something about her being there to see me off on my adventure made me a little emotional. The airport was bustling for so early on a Thursday…