One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.
I’ve meant to write this post a long time ago. By that I don’t specifically refer to the babka recipe that’s waiting for you at the end of this post. Though baking and cutting the first slice of it has been one of my greatest kitchen achievements. And I’m truly excited to share more about the process later. Right now, I’d like to talk about a subject I get a lot of questions about. Why do I move so much? Is there a reason I travel as much as I do? And is it hard to change locations, adjust yourself and find new friends over and over again? Some people are fascinated by this lifestyle and wish they could see as much of the world, too. Others think it’s too unstable and exhausting. Honestly, I’d belong to the second group of people when looking at it from the outside. And that’s probably because they are right….