There’s so much pressure in the blogging world to have a ‘niche,’ and I guess my niche is simply me. If I had to put a label on it, it’s my personal struggle to maintain contact with my love for writing. I’d like to one day reignite my passion for short-story writing and break out of the travel-reading conventions of popularly trafficked sites, but this works for me right now.

I hope my random adventures and attempts at domestication and world travel are half as amusing to you as they are me—because I have no idea what I’m doing, and that’s okay.

I’m trying to read, I’m attempting to travel, I’ve built up solid credit to purchase experiences I can no longer afford. Along the way, I’m learning that people are crazy, myself included, Earth is beautiful, and communication is simple, yet endlessly complicated.

This is my life, my travels when I can manage them, the games when I can play them, and the books I read when game servers are undergoing maintenance. Blogging world, please accept these offerings, as I only aim to please.