Right, this is the blog of your favorite nomad. If you don’t know who your favorite nomad is, or if you think that it’s Ibn Battuta or some Bedouin sheikh writing, then you don’t know who I am and none of this is relevant to you. That’s fine. Auf weiderzeng.

But if you’re laughing your head off because you know why I mentioned Ibn Battuta (and if you were in my history class but don’t know, then you weren’t paying any attention to Kelsey), or if you know perfectly well who’s writing and wouldn’t dream of putting me in charge of a whole tribe of Bedouins, then you’re probably in the right spot to read about me and my latest antics. In case you haven’t heard, and many people haven’t, I moved again. Hmm… no wonder the first question most people ask when I give them a ring is, “Where are you?”

Anywho, the point of this blog is to tell you where, and to reassure y’all that I haven’t blown anything up (sorry Megs) or gotten into trouble or met any zombies aside from the people half-asleep in class.