As much as I love exploring the world, there’s something grounding about coming home. The USA is where my story began — road trips through wide open deserts, camping under star-filled skies, chasing sunsets on the coast, and finding adventure in my own backyard.
Here, I learned how much freedom a road and a tank of gas can give you. I discovered that beauty doesn’t always require a passport — sometimes it’s in the mountains just a just a few hours away, in the red rock canyons, or in the quiet mornings when the world feels still.
Traveling abroad has opened my eyes and taught me things that most don’t learn. But home has taught me gratitude for where I started, for the landscapes that raised me, and for the reminder that adventure isn’t just out there somewhere. It’s here too.
