Today I’m going to share something very personal, my life before and after losing a loved one. It’s a story of change through loss, and it’s grim. I’ve seen dozens (if not over a hundred) breakout stories on what compelled this travel blogger, or that nomadic couple, to pack it up and see the world.
This isn’t that story.
My path to becoming a full time professional blogger was a very unique one. I like my home. I like my bath mat. I like my life. For many, the monotonous “grind” and an undying passion to see the world is a recipe for wanderlust. For me, it was much more sudden.
I’ve never been a conformist of the cookie-cutter, made for TV life
While everyone was holding relationships and courting for marriage, I was balancing college and rock-n-roll. I admit my adolescence lingered into my mid twenties, but it was because I was hanging out with rock stars! Having spent a good part of my that time working as a production assistant at big music venues, I met some really interesting people. In fact, and I’m very proud to say this, THE Lars Frederickson once made me a burger backstage at a Warped Tour.

I somehow managed to get accepted in the Florida Consortium to attend Cambridge University in England for a summer abroad. You could say there was never a dull moment in the life of Christa Thompson. I knew, just from seeing that little corner of the earth, I would have to see more of this world. By the time I reached twenty-four, I knew the “way things are supposed to be” would never be that way for me. That would have bored me to death.
