About

My husband Rand’s job requires him to travel. A lot. For years, I sat behind a desk while he wandered around the world without me. It sucked for both of us, but probably more for me.

Then, one day, I was laid off.

It might have been one of the best things that ever happened to me.

Since then, I’ve been following him around the world.  This blog is mostly for him. So he can remember the places we’ve visited, the things we saw. So he can know a little bit about what I see when he’s off giving presentations and having meetings.

Yes, it’s a travel blog. But at its core, it’s a love letter to my husband.

A big, long, cuss-filled love letter. The kind he’d appreciate. The only kind I’m able to write.

That’s not to say you won’t find it useful as well. If you want to hear the rants of a former copywriter as I travel around, eat, and have a bit of an existential crisis, read on.

And if you have your own stories of travel, food, or existential crises that you want to share, send me a note. I’m always looking for contributors. I can pay you absolutely squat right now, but you’ll get a link and bragging rights, which isn’t that bad.

I’m also available for freelance work, on the off chance that you want my sort of drivel on your own site (which, strangely enough, quite a few of you do).

In either case, you can reach me by email at contact(at)everywhereist.com. I just ask that you please be a real person (both metaphorically, and in the sense that you are not a robot trying to sell me penis cream).