A Brief Introduction
I don't remember much about my childhood, mostly because my memory is quite bad. I feel I remember a lot of things, but who knows how many of those things actually happened. One memory I have that feels as real as the fingers typing this post is a desire to see the world. It was a desire so strong that, at one point, I remember saying I wanted to be a traveling vagabond. In the end, I chose to be a teacher instead. I worked my first teaching job right out of college in a school district that was a stone's throw from the university that had given me my degree. And while I had done quite a bit of traveling up until that point, I had yet to give myself over to the road. I spent a lot of time during those early working years trying to learn how to stay somewhere. I stayed for three years to get my Master's degree, but then I moved halfway around the world. I stayed halfway around the world for two years teaching, but then I moved again. And the cycle of trying to stay conti...