I had a dead-end job as a cashier, a degree in English that I wasn’t sure what to do with, and a cat named after Flannery O’Connor who gives head butts and chirps like a bird.
I packed up numbers two and three and ditched number one.
Someone once told me that you never get the travel bug out – once you’ve been bitten, that’s it, and the more you travel the worse it gets. I’ve found that to be absolutely true. After studying abroad at Loyola University Chicago’s John Felice Rome Center, I’ve had issues with the whole staying-in-one-place thing. I hardly finish up one escapade before I start plotting out another.
Flannery the Expat Cat and I are always up for a new adventure. Follow us to see what we get up to next!
and, of course, the good ol’ US of A