Whose love did you crave more growing up? Your mother's or your father's? Whose love did I always crave? And honestly still do? My mother's and grandmother's love. When I lost them both in March/April of 2014, I started
Travelled more. I actually traveled quite a bit. My dirty little secret: I used student loans to subsidize short-term study abroad programs through my graduate school so I got to go to South Africa and China, checking two more continents
