As a child, I was obsessed with Australia. To me, it was wild and exotic with animals that couldn’t be found anywhere else on the earth. I decided one day I would visit the island continent that held so much mystic in my mind.
At the age of twenty, I got that opportunity. With my new passport in hand, I boarded my first ever flight in Philadelphia to make the twenty-hour trek to the Land Down Under. I had tears in my eyes as I walked toward my seat; part nervousness from never traveling alone mixed with excitement for the adventure I was about to take.