One’s surrounding play a huge part in shaping personal hobbies, values and aspirations. Living in various quiet cities across Alaska, while also spending summers in New York City ultimately shaped me. Since graduating earlier this year, I more often ponder what I want to do with my life, where I would like to live and who I am. You know, the simple stuff.

Graduation with great friends

The beauty and solitude of Alaska makes it easy to fall in love with the outdoors. I frequently spend weekends backpacking or hiking. On hectic, stressful days, spending just a few moments outdoors-breathing in fresh air in complete silence-completely invigorates me. Solitude, for me, is one of the best aspects of living in Alaska.


While, New York City is anything but calm, I find the diversity and vibrancy just as appealing. I remember sometimes feeling overwhelmed by all the action. Now, I appreciate the variety of books, music, art, food that converge when millions of people reside together. Alaska also contains undeniable diversity-from Native Alaskans and all the others who now inhabit the area-, but in some ways the value of that gift are just now being realized.

Several years ago in New York

I hope to explore the effect of my early influences on my current self. Basically I want to write about the things I love to figure out what makes me the person I am.


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    1. Thank you! I thoroughly enjoyed reading your post, The Mexico Diaries. Travelling full-time would a dream come true for me. Keep posting about your adventures. Can’t wait to read the next one:)


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