My name is Jenn and I’m on the hunt for adventure.
In the past year and a half, I’ve been to more places and done more things than I ever could’ve imagined, but I never planned for any of it. In fact, I’ve made the decision to stop planning for anything anymore and live the life of most post-grads: lost.
Growing up on the Chesapeake bay, I spent many days sitting on a dock daydreaming about blazing through the backcountry in search of wildlife, canyoneering among waterfalls, diving into ancient, sunken ships…all the while trying to focus on what I was actually going to do with my life. School was school, but its solutions to the real world were always too mainstream. Jobs are often hard to come by, and not without experience. Or contacts. Or a higher education.
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Life was happening, and I had little idea of how I’d fit in it. So right after getting my BA in writing in 2014, I said screw it to the job search and used the summer months to travel around to different states and countries, hoping to find my mojo somewhere in the gallivant. That search led me to a sudden and very unexpected job with a major airline, and in the following year I was skydiving over whales in Hawaii, rappelling down a 200 foot cliff in Puerto Rico, enjoying escargot in Paris (yes, delicious), and running with coyotes in the deserts of Arizona. My wanderlust was only just tapped in to, however, and soon I felt the urge to see more of each place, not just more places. Quality over quantity, I suppose.
Exactly one year after accepting the airline job, I applied and was chosen to intern with Trail Runner Magazine in Colorado, and my life once again changed suddenly and unexpectedly. In December of 2015 I took a leap of faith and quit my job, flew out to the small town of Carbondale, found a beautiful log cabin on a creek with three amazing roommates, and somehow landed a kickass job with Aspen Skiing Company. With some rushed farewells, a jam-packed jeep, and the acceptance of feeling absolutely unprepared, I was making the 2,000 mile trek just five days later to my new home.
It’s been about six months since I’ve been out here, and already the compass leading me on my path is broken. A.K.A, things are constantly changing, and I still have no idea where I’m going. But that’s quite alright, because like I said—no more planning, no more worries.
I’ll keep escaping the conventional to stay astray.
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