Hi, I’m Katie. I’m currently a mom, explorer, sometimes-student, IT nerd, wannabe photographer who likes to write. I’ve lived in Florida, the mecca of tourism, my entire life. I spent most of my childhood summers in the back of my parents’ van, usually reading Goosebumps or the US map book. Maybe drawing or play my GameBoy. We’d usually end up in 1 of 3 places: Arkansas, Texas or Virginia; and exploring every state in between. The travel bug bit me early.
Most of my late teens/early 20s were uneventful in the way of adventure. Most of my time was spent doing the single mom routine. So let’s fast forward a few years…
In March 2015, I got married and boy, it was fun. Road trips around Florida and a couple of trips out of state and country. They’ll be documented here one day.
In August of 2016, my husband was killed in a car accident. Just a year prior, we took our honeymoon to the Yucatán Peninsula in Mexico. During our 10 days of bliss, we discovered our mutual joy in adventure. Neither of us wanted to be trapped in a resort or stuck with a tour group. We rented a car and drove all over the peninsula, getting lost more than once. No other trip managed to match that one in terms of excitement but even our shortest road trips are memorable.
Since Matt passed, I’ve been working on one of the lofty life goals we had planned together – using up every single passport page. I always try to choose somewhere a little off the well traveled trails. I take an enormous amount of photos on the way. Being a young(ish) female, traveling alone in foreign countries brings on a special set of circumstances. Add in a lot of curiosity from strangers.
So here I am, 31 years old and widowed. I’ve learned intimately how quickly life can end. Life doesn’t care if you’ve gone to Iceland or swam with sharks yet. I take every chance I get to go somewhere new. The world is a massive place and I have a lot of passport stamps to collect.