Originally from a small, cozy town in south Georgia, I currently live north of Atlanta as a starving artist on the side with a pseudo adult career that is ever-changing. As a result of my heritage, I find shoes oppressing and pickles a delicacy. I'm country, plain and simple. But despite my slow drawl and bewildered smile, I'm an unyielding adventurer unable to settle, with one bag packed and five fingers always on the doorknob. I currently have a job that allows me to enjoy two full months off every summer. In true generation Y- youthful dreamer fashion, I decided to cash in my savings and buy a plane ticket to Europe. With a few bucks in my pocket and a couchsurfing profile, I'll be wandering solo for 10 weeks, in search of strangers with welcoming arms and restaurants with "work for food" signs taped to the back door. If need be, I'll build a tambourine made of spoons and twine and join the local bands for spare change. Join me in my attempts to merge with the crowds, lose myself in new cultures, and find my evolving identity in a world desperate to be explored. I won't be wearing a red scarf, but I will have a conspicuous red backpack and a Waldo-esque sense of adventure. Follow me through the chaos!