I knew from a very young age that I had to do something great. I knew that I had to put my knowledge and skillset to use and make a change in this world. I knew that I could do whatever I put my mind to, but I had a problem.
I didn’t know what whatever was.
I love science. I have always felt so at home in the lab, neck-deep in molecular equations, parabolas, functions, formulas, diagrams, analysis… the list goes on.
I also love people. The way they think, the way they act, how they tick, and the way they share ideas.
I chose to study anthropology because it did something fascinating; it quenched both major thirsts.
When I achieved my Bachelor’s degree, I hit a roadblock at our overseas location. The local individuals don’t really invite “outsiders,” namely American military, to participate in their emotional, cultural recovery. (I specialized in physical anthropology, much in the direction of recovering war remains.) I completely understand why, and I wholly support their decision, but that doesn’t mean I’m not devastated.
I have struggled for nearly two years to identify something that can again quench these thirsts, and I know it has reflected in my demeanor. I have continued to explore and experience, and that’s when it hit me.
I can share my ideas with the world, through my experiences here, and there, and everywhere.
I really have seen, felt, and done some amazing things, and how selfish is it to just keep that all to myself?
And so, for the love of experience, I hope you enjoy.