Jessica Mendoza

When I finally decided, in that special nub of feeling in my gut, that I would leave my old, cushy life behind for far-flung and unknown Boston, the line that materialized in my head was: "I'm going on an adventure!" a-la Bilbo Baggins. I, too, am rushing off to meet my Gandalf.

By which I do NOT mean I'm into old guys.

I'm on an adventure. This here's my attempt at tempering, cataloguing, and understanding the whole damned mess.