New York City has been home to me for four years chronologically, but in my soul, I’ve belonged there indefinitely. Travel has been central to my identity and desire my whole life, and I realized that after working a job for two years that was not where I wanted to be, I needed to take the trip. The trip that I had been dreaming of since I spent my sixteenth birthday by the water in Zanzibar, since I was buying jewelry with my family on a beach in Tulum, since I was falling in love in London. So I quit my job, gave up my apartment, and bought a one-way ticket south. Follow along as I wander, marking a path along this small speck called Earth. There are no rules.