I’m basically every Jewish mother’s worst nightmare. I love to travel to the farthest corners of the earth, do things like bungee off an African bridge or skydive after a night out in Vegas, continue to move as far away from home as physically possible, and, as icing on the cake, married a guy who’s first name starts with “Christ”.
While others watch my adventures with wonder and awe, my father is still suspicious that I’ve either committed a crime and am a full time fugitive or have been enlisted in the Witness Protection Program, but just never got my Facebook access taken away.
I grew up in the Washington, D.C. area surrounded by a very large and loud family (picture My Big Fat Greek Wedding and you’ll be getting close to the right image… “You don’t eat no meat?! Ok, I make you LAMB”). After high school I took a leap of faith and backpacked, rock climbed, kayaked, and horse packed for 3 straight months on a NOLS Semester in the Rockies, having never camped a day in my life prior. This is when I realized that living outside my comfort zone was way more fun, but that I also required manicure/pedicures in any zone I would choose moving forward.