I either owe or blame Italy for turning me into a world traveler. After my semester abroad in Florence (my first time stepping outside the United States!) I was full of wonder, curiosity, and a desire to continue my travels. Italy lit up this fire inside of me, it gave me history, it gave me art, and most importantly it gave me cuisine. I became hungry. I left Florence with a newfound desire to become a sommelier.
December in Minnesota is beautiful - still subject to frigid sub-zero temps and blistery winds, but aesthetically speaking…beautiful. I’m not biased, either. I grew up in North Carolina where we were barely blessed with a sprinkling of snow on Christmas Day. Somehow, a blue Christmas just never excited me.
In proper “Model On The Run Away” form, I thought it was only fitting to describe my life as a model…on the move. I find myself in constant motion – be it running to last-minute castings with a bag full of makeup and heels, or flying 40,000 feet above the ground on the way to my next destination. It’s not an easy life, though. Changing countries every three months, being informed of a job the night before with no time to prep, lugging two large suitcases from one end of Milan to the other…it’s hardly as glamorous as one might think. But being a model has taught me to tackle life’s little roadblocks, to appreciate the changes that come along with such a hectic lifestyle. And along the way, I’ve realized a few things.
I’ve spent the past ten months in Mumbai, working as a model and freelance writer. The city certainly gives me a lot to talk about. I’m an American, born and raised, so imagine the confusion of my family and friends back home when I said, “Guys, I’ve fallen in love with India and I’m not coming home!” Mumbai holds an energy that even the most skilled writers have difficulty expressing in words. It’s best described as a city of extremes – from noisy streets littered with cars, children, and animals, to serene gulleys lined with temples and houses of generations’ old families.