Hi, my name is Chelsea.
Nothing makes me happier than travel, a great meal, and a good story. I learned to cook from my mother, a French woman who ignores measurements and believes the stove has two settings: “high” and “off”. (Her food is always amazing). Summers in France fueled my love for travel, while my Grandparent’s stories of living abroad as American Diplomats captured my imagination. Wide-eyed, I promised myself I’d live a life as enchanting as theirs.
Shortly after finishing university and getting married, my husband (Jacob) and I realized that we had no idea what we wanted to do with our lives. Rather than staying home, confused and directionless, we decided to be confused and directionless abroad. We quit our jobs and left for Europe for six months, throwing ourselves on the hospitality of friends and strangers.
That was our first big risk, and it was life changing. Our next risk was moving to Vienna, Austria, an adventure that is just beginning to pick up speed.
As an adult I’ve come to realize that all good stories require risk, a venturing into the unknown. This is problematic for me, because I’m the sort of person who likes to read the last page of a mystery novel first. I want all the thrill of adventure without the fear of the uncertainty.
It is also stories about ordinary people who have done extraordinary things simply by stepping outside of their fear and making themselves available to the world. The type of stories that remind me that, whatever the outcome, taking a risk is always worth the effort.