There is something about adventures.
Whether they be to the town next door or the other side of the world, adventures are a few of those moments in life which give greater meaning and expression to all else. There is no telling how many different personas I will fulfill or maintain as my adventures multiply, but one thing I know will never change: my thirst for human knowledge. Time spent in another culture is a manifestation of the highest form of knowledge. It provides insight into language, emotion, history, human interactions, and all else I find beautiful, which has been called by some, "the human condition." Thus it is that Knowledge and Adventure are entwined in a never-ending quest that progresses far beyond my short lifespan.
I was born in Germany and there I lived for eight months, of which I remember nothing, before returning to the U.S. That was my sole tether to the outside world. I lived by that connection to someplace that I did not know, as if I were less a person should I lose it. It was the first thing I told others about myself and I thrived on the "exoticness" it brought to my small life. At the age of fourteen, I spent two weeks in Europe, primarily in Germany and Italy. At the time it was a dream, but as days roll into weeks roll into years, it is never enough. Already the memories fade and always my thirst for other adventures grows--it is unquenchable. With every passport stamp, every nearly missed flight, every luggage-induced bruise or second round through the metal detector, there is another door opening onto a new land.
This website will be a chronicle of my journeys.
Jessa
I was born in Germany and there I lived for eight months, of which I remember nothing, before returning to the U.S. That was my sole tether to the outside world. I lived by that connection to someplace that I did not know, as if I were less a person should I lose it. It was the first thing I told others about myself and I thrived on the "exoticness" it brought to my small life. At the age of fourteen, I spent two weeks in Europe, primarily in Germany and Italy. At the time it was a dream, but as days roll into weeks roll into years, it is never enough. Already the memories fade and always my thirst for other adventures grows--it is unquenchable. With every passport stamp, every nearly missed flight, every luggage-induced bruise or second round through the metal detector, there is another door opening onto a new land.
This website will be a chronicle of my journeys.
Jessa
