“I should have 2.5 children, a mortgage, and a dog. At least that’s what my mother says. Instead, I’ve chosen a month-to-month lease on a perfectly temporary apartment. My “mortgage payments” go much further than most; instead of a white picket fence, they pay for Dublin, Rome, Istanbul, and any other placeĀ I may find. I entertain first dates with boys of all shapes and sizes, second dates with the men who survive the first. Third dates, they’re few and far between. I’ve settled into a lifestyle of not settling. Of striving to live each day as though it’s my last. To live for a week, a month, a year, a lifetime as a worldwide tourist, a pupil of the human condition, an observer of life, love, and loss. I’m not a complete failure though. I do have a dog. “