I've loved to write since I was little. I really don't know when I learned I loved travel, though. I think my parents are still trying to figure out where they went wrong that I could have so much enthusiasm about living so far away from home. I first went abroad to Germany when I was 16 for a three-week stint I didn't terribly enjoy. My sophomore year at Calvin, though, I spent a semester living in London and fell madly in love with it. Immediately after graduating I moved back to London for six months. I returned to Boston for nearly a year, but discovered the travel bug's bite doesn't just disappear. I found myself in Sydney, and have been even more madly in love ever since.
