AboutThe Wayward Walrus is for everyone who was told to stop their daydreaming but kept daydreaming anyway.
My travel tales a little quirky, a little awkward and a little bit wayward. This slice of cyberspace is for the explorers, the dreamers and (mostly) doers who seem to have their lives together on the outside, but have a zest for life that extends beyond the comforts of home – and occasionally indoor plumbing.
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While I’m fully aware I could have associated with a more dignified animal, the walrus will always hold a special place in my heart. With ties to my prevailing childhood obsession for the The Beatles, a life lived in a constant state of awkward and a seemingly wayward outlook to life’s shenanigans, all other names paled in comparison. And thus the The Wayward Walrus echoed like a catchy pop song you hate to love.
I could tell you I grew up in Orlando with airplanes flying over my childhood room, surrounded by tourists from every corner of the Earth. And wanting nothing more than to see where all these people were coming from.
I could then tell you how 3 months alone backpacking Europe changed my life and propelled me into my current state of affairs – a homeless by choice, young professional attempting to take on the digital nomad world.
I could tell you all these things and more. But I don’t think it would fully explain The Walrus. But here we are, about to find out anyway as I adventure into a year-long backpacking trip, figuring out what this world really is.
How to make a Wayward Walrus…
- audio explorer
- astronaut wannabe
- highly caffeinated