In the End, 2015.

A good year. Started off spending five months with the guy I love, skiing and hiking and working a nine-to-five schedule with weekends off, and biking to work. In early June, my best friends and my little brother biked from Pittsburgh to DC, a rag-tag disorganized group of jokesters, becoming Mud People as the rain…

In and Out of the Arctic

At the age of 25, I left the East Coast. I drove to Alaska, “running from something or towards something,” they say here. I solidified a travel nurse contract while at a gas station parking lot near the border. I started the job in an Intensive Care Unit a week later, after not having worked…