Whelp. The adventure continues to be strange and unexpected and wonderful and, well, adventure-y. You last heard from me back in Cork. All of my friends had pretty much left, and even though I had...
IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER: Some of this is written a couple beers in, the rest while hungover. Please forgive errors in spelling/grammar/meaning/TMI. I’m not using people’s names because I think...
As I lie here in the bottom bunk of a bed, in a six person mixed dorm, an earplug in my working ear to deaden the snoring in my room and drunk people outside, I have so many emotions running through...
So I’m starting my journey in the little city of Rochester, NY, home of the Lilac Festival, Kodak, and more murders per capita than almost any other city. I grew up here, in a suburb directly...
Chicago has been my home for about two and half years. Long enough for me to have lived in three apartments. Long enough for me to have tried and tried and tried and finally made the decision...
