Sometimes I feel like I'm living somewhere in-between. Like my heart is existing in a thousand places at once. For one, I live in Pittsburgh, where I am finishing up my degree. But I often wonder if Pittsburgh really feels like home. It doesn't. So where is home? Is it in San Francisco, where I grew up? Maybe. But that doesn't feel like the right answer either. Or maybe it's somewhere I haven't discovered or found yet. But for now, I am split. There are pieces of me living in Pittsburgh, in San Francisco, and in the hundreds of places I've been and the hundreds of places I have yet to go. It's February 12, 2018 and so far, I've already travelled to five major cities this year in only a month and a half. And I can say with certainty that it's the most full I've felt in a long time. It almost feels like a disservice not to document these adventures and what they've meant to me. I'm not proclaiming to be a travel expert, a professional photographer, or to have any sort of authority over these kinds of things. Who really ever can? All I know is I've seen beautiful things, eaten wonderful food, and learned a lot about myself. So this is a place to document that. And, maybe, if you ever end up in any of the same cities, my little guide will come in handy. I was in a not so great place for a really long time, but the sun is coming up and this is my homage to that.