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