My name is Tanya.  I am 45, and I don’t ‘adult’ like everyone else.  You see, I am a dreamer, and while those around me are settled down with kids and are, you know, doing adult things, I am living like a hobo in search of my destiny and my dreams.

My world fell right the hell apart three years ago, and I was forced to face myself and my dreams.  I had to decide if I wanted to become the person I was destined to be or remain still, existing in darkness and misery.  I chose me.

So, with a profound understanding that tomorrow is not a guarantee, I am now living each day as if it were my last.

I write.  I do this because since I was 12-years-old, I have wanted to write a book and speak the words, “I am a writer” confidently, and without pause.  Becoming a writer is the dream that has haunted me every second of every day since that 12-year-old girl discovered her love of words.  Writing feeds my soul.  It is what makes me feel alive and gives me purpose.

Right now I am homeless.  Traveling the world and writing on the shores of the Adriatic Sea is within my sights simply because I took a chance.  I gave up my apartment and am now pet sitting my way around town to save money so I can travel to the places I dream to go.  The places where my words will meet paper, and where I will feel whole.

I love to laugh, and I find humour in the best of times and the absolute worst.  My brain is a total weirdo; therefore, I tend to see things, well let’s just say, differently.  I wear my heart on my sleeve and have no plan to do anything but keep shit very real in this blog.  Never again will I be anyone but me.  My voice.  My life.

I am not what happened to me. I am what I choose to become. ~ Carl Gustav Jung