I love love LOVE to travel (even though flying terrifies me). And I love to take photos. And I love to tell people what to do (just ask my husband….). And I like to write.
But I don’t like blogs (you can blame the Twix commercial with the girl who wants to blog about her beliefs for that one). So, welcome to my blog journal.
So, about me. I was raised in a small town in Western New York, near Buffalo. Yes, I love pizza, beef on weck, garbage plates, and Dyngus Day. Surprisingly not a fan of chicken wings, which some say strips me of my WNY status. But I digress.
Garbage plate!
My father worked for NBC Sports and we spent a lot of my childhood traveling. Whether it was driving between Chicago and Cleveland for the NBA finals (I’m still mad at my brother for puking in the donut bag) or listening to Bohemian Rhapsody on repeat while driving to New Orleans from Orlando, I remember being fascinated by every part of traveling. I thought the doormen at the Plaza had the best jobs (and the best hats). I couldn’t believe just one blow on a whistle could make a yellow cab show up in front of you, just like that! I thought truck drivers were so lucky; they could drive all over the country and get paid for it! Oh the glamour of being an airline stewardess. They looked oh so lovely and always were so kind, giving me my very own wings every time I got on a plane! (This was a time before Pink sweatpants and Ugg boots were acceptable travel attire.)
The car we drove from Orlando to New Orleans. I’m told I made mom sit in the back….
As I got older, I realized I didn’t want a job in travel; I didn’t want to get sick of my favorite hobby. I needed a job that would pay enough with enough flexibility to travel whenever I wanted.
So here I am, all grown up, a travel nurse, married to an amazing man (who loves to travel as much as I do) and working to see the world!
