Blog Posts by N. Begood

Before I begin, let me warn you that this is the start of a love story that went wrong. I'm a world traveler. I have been for almost half of my 33 years. I was the kid from the small town that was content with his place in the world. I never felt the urge to leave. A couple bad turns led me into a U.S. Army recruiters office because I saw I had to make a change. Many miles and years later, after leaving the military, I found that I could no longer sit still. I had developed a wanderlust from all that I had seen in the time I spent in the military. This leads us to what I believe is "the problem". After returning to the place I came from, a place I don't feel I can ever call home again, I felt this deep seated urge to run, to fly away to somewhere new. Fortunately, this was facilitated by a job working for the U.S. Government. I found myself a nice cozy niche to call my own. I had a job that payed me extravagantly, all the travel I could handle and duties that constantly challenged me