she was a 'wanderess.' thus, she didn’t care about money, only experiences – whether they came from wealth or from poverty, it was all the same to her. – roman payne
It’s a strange experience coming home. Because as anyone who has ever left will tell you it’s never the same. Flying into Los Angeles I found my stomach tied together with endless ribbons of nerves tangled with excitement. Why is it that stepping onto familiar soil made my heart skip a beat? Shouldn’t the symphony […]
Living within a city for the better part of a decade you begin to ebb and flow with it’s vibes. Overtime it becomes as organic and essential as your own heartbeat and stride. Once my fate overseas was sealed the scenery around took on a golden glow. A city that was once draped with a […]
As news of my grand adventure plans trickled down the grapevine and through the airwaves my bucket-list began growing by the tenfold. I started recruiting for a trip out to Anza Borrego to explore the Arroyo Tapido Mud Caves. The hands on the clock were moving quite quickly and if we wanted to get to […]
a wanderess tale 