Why is this question so hard to answer. Who Am I? In a job interview, on a first date, when someone random asks you, why is this hard to answer? Are we afraid of what we think of ourselves or is it because we just don’t know what to think. What happens when we truly open up and look inside. Who are you?
I am a dreamer. I am a wanderer. Although I wander, I am not lost. I am a wisher and a believer. I speak in rapid sentences that often slur together. I love to travel. I love to feel alive. I seek thrill and adventure. I am sucker for love stories, especially my own. I love meeting new people and watching their stories develop.
How does one wander but not be lost? To me that is simply. I love finding new places. Ones that might be in our back yard or ones that might be aboard. When you become lost, you find new places, new adventures and new dreams. Nature calls to my heart. From swinging on a 300 foot swing in the valley of Los Cabos to balancing on the yellow lines leading to the ferry that takes passengers to Washington Island. My heart seeks the adventure of the open road.
So who am I? I am a girl, with a dream. I dream of the places I want to see. I think of the adventures that lie ahead. My adventure still awaits and this is my story…