When I was 6 my parents dragged me and my sisters from the concrete jungle of New York to the tropical jungle of Manuel Antonio. The next 6 years were a stereotypical image of jungle life; monkeys in the house, almost daily beach trips, a boa-constrictor ate my kitty, tropical storms that would shake the house… and while the jungle has its charm, a small beach town in the early 2000’s did not have the best education system.
So we were dragged once again to the suburbs when I was 12 to engage in classic Middle School and High School shenanigans, where I would remain until the ripe age of 19, when I dragged myself to the University of Vermont.
But, as you may have surmised from the name of this blog, while I love my English degree it did nothing to help me figure out what I want to do, or where I want to live, or just about anything really.
So I have returned to the land of monkeys and boas (though still living in the suburbs sans monkeys and boas) to give myself a little time to figure it all out. While I am “home for the holidays”, I thought it pertinent to visit the places I have never had a chance to see.
No Real Job 