I talk about travel and food and documentaries and overthink everything and like to spend a lot of time by myself but also like meeting people not like me and I'm moving to London from Chicago in August and am wondering whether I'll need to stow ranch dressing in my suitcase because some things are too good to leave behind. If those sound like things that also interest you, welcome aboard.
To two years. To dumb jokes and wonky accents. To breakfasts at Yolk and Star of Siam takeout. To Starless Night and pillow covers. To “I did it”. To Peru, Thailand and South Africa. To eating Doritos in a dark corner of the kitchen. To DINKs and German Shepherds. To Business 40. To London or Fontainebleu or Barcelona or Madrid or San Francisco. To MBAs, startups and venture capital. To writing and photography and slashes. To a seaside cliff somewhere in Italy. To you.
To two years of adventure and many, many more to come.