Once upon a time, there was a girl who loved traveling and learning about new places, cultures, languages, and people, as well as documenting through journalling, photos, and videography. She was many things: horseback rider, babysitter, book-reader, competitive weightlifter, tea-drinker, photographer, vegetarian food-maker, actor, stall-mucker, human rights activist, yogi, mentor, writer, animal-lover, people person, and much more. But most of all, she is a story-teller.
To me, stories hold a vast significance – they tie us, as humans, to our collective and individual histories: to people, places, and cultures both familiar and foreign, to each other, to our sense of self. Stories have a way of bringing us together, whether shuddering pleasantly around a campfire or laughing uproariously in front of the TV. Whether tall-tales, fables, rememories (thanks TM), recollections, or even legends, stories weave webs of humanity everywhere they are shared. In the wise words of the Doctor, “We’re all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?”
So. This is my story.