I credit my urge for travelling to my late father. Family members have told me he set foot in all but four of our United States during his lifetime. I'm not sure which four he ultimately missed, but what a cool accomplishment! I'd love to be able to say I've set foot in even half that many!

I've struggled with this innate desire to see the world ever since I was a little kid. I say struggled not because I view this compulsion negatively, but merely because a gross lack of time, and more importantly funds, prevent me from such things as backpacking across Europe. Still, while I have yet to even go on a cruise somewhere, and my bucket list of destinations may forever remain as long as long as the Great Wall of China, I have at least been to some places aside from the state I was born in.

To commemorate the places my feet have trod, I sew patches representing the destination onto a tatty black denim jacket that always travels with me. In honor of my father, I've decided to create a travel log of the places I've been, and the things I did there. It will be interesting to see how far I've come when it's time for my own journey's end. Before we get to that finish, we'll start at the beginning!

New York

I was born in the capital region of the Empire State.