For years, I thought travel was something I had to love. I worked in the travel industry, explored new places, collected memories, and wrote about what I learned along the way. But somewhere between airports, train stations, beautiful meals, and quiet evenings at home, I started asking myself a simple question: do I really love traveling?
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Chapter 3: Grandpa—The River Philosopher
A chapter from my book about my grandpa, the river, childhood memories, and the different ways love can shape a life. This is a story about family, safety, old radios, flood seasons, and the kind of love that does not always speak loudly but stays forever.
…here is another chapter
This is a story about poverty, generosity, memory, and the first light that taught me to keep walking toward warmth.
…and I’m writing a book
I am writing a book about the long, honest answer to why I am the way I am — and maybe why you are the way you are too. This post shares a sneak peek into the first chapters, from growing up between three small houses to my grandma, family dynamics, childhood memories, love, hardship, and the foundations that helped shape me.