I travel a lot. I take a lot of pictures. These are not unique sentiments. Everyone takes pictures when they travel. It’s a thing. It’s what cameras were invented for, right? 


Something inside of me is increasingly restless, itching to get away from where I am and onto a new place. I know that it comes from a place of deep privilege that I am able to do this at all. The millennial trope of living with my parents has allowed me to pack up and go without leaving much behind. I may not be able to buy a home, but at least I’m seeing the world??

I am also eternally grateful for the summer job that allowed me to meet people from all over the world (shout out to Appel Farm Arts Camp). This has paid off not monetarily (well kind-of), but has led me to faraway places that I would normally not arrive to on my own. Most of my trips revolve around visiting friends where they live, and that just happens to be spread out across the planet in very cool spots. 

My most recent trip began with a text months ago asking “what’re you doing for new year’s?”. It led to an invitation to photograph an engagement party in Australia that Winter (aka Summer). I jumped at the chance, because when else am I going to get an invite to Australia?

in Scotland (Bonnie Saporetti)

Naturally, while looking for flights I decided to see how much it would cost to get to other places from Australia. I have a friend in Edinburgh (yes, from that same summer job) and she has been telling me to come visit. Flights were fairly cheap, so I thought OK LET’S GO THERE THEN. While we’re at it, why not see how much it is to get to Rome, where my friend from high school is living? Twenty dollars? That’s a joke. But it is also very serious and now I’m going to Rome. My friend from Edinburgh happens to love Rome, so looks like we’re going splitsies on an AirBnb. 

in Scotland (Bonnie Saporetti)

Anyway, whenever I come back from an epic journey like this, I end up drowning in photographs (and credit card debt) that I have no idea what to do with. I end up posting about 5 photos from each trip on Instagram like, 10 months apart with little to no context. I’ve decided to use this corner of the internet as a space to display and organize my photographs from these trips so that they’re not locked inside of my computer figuratively collecting dust. I don’t foresee many people looking here, or reading my ramblings, but it will give me some peace of mind. Here is my little digital scrapbook from my many travels. Enjoy! Or don’t. But let me know if you do because that would definitely give my life some purpose. So thanks in advance for that!