Wanderlust has defined my entire adult life.

I can’t explain it. But if you have it, you just know. This drive for constant motion to … discover? deepen? contextualize? feel alive? Part of the feeling is a true love of experience, of meeting the people and eating the foods and seeing the sunsets. Part of it is knowing there’s always more out there to discover. And all of it is this imperfect balance between complete discomfort and control. But wandering from wherever I am to fall in love wherever I end up is my life’s passion.

But my dad always said: every day is not the 4th of July. And not every trip / “best” food / secret beach / kid adventure / perfect cocktail / is so glorious. In writing this, my hope is to share what I learn from every place that I go. That way, when you next wander, you have every shortcut to embrace or ignore or add to.