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.

 

Losing a Loved One
Me at 24 about the same time I was working Warped Tour and right before I moved back to Charleston, SC.

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.

 

At Cambridge University, England summer of 2003.
At Cambridge University, England summer of 2003.

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