Gloria Atanmo

And what a decade 2019 has been so far, lmao, because I feel like February’s surgery aged and humbled me faster than actual time could have. So much growth and pain happened in Malta, and I think it’s important that I don’t force a single story here and have my surgery be the only lasting memory of this country. There’s definitely a luxury to having everything you own within a suitcase’s reach, but there’s also a deep burden from all the back and forth lugging while in transit. I actually started last Spring, and because it’s a culmination of half a million miles flown across 70+ countries and 6 continents, there are stories that just haven’t made the blog and social media because I wasn’t quite ready to share, so I’m excited to dig into the archives of my Black travel experiences.

For the longest time, I thought it was bloat or a food allergy before I found out that I had actually been traveling with a 28cm cyst on my ovaries. Please note: This photo is NOT mine (mine was drained internally before removing), but I was able to find another case which had almost identical measurements

While traveling, I’ve found that saying “I’m from America” doesn’t quite satisfy the curiosity of locals who are hoping for the name of some exotic foreign land to grace my lips. To be honest, my parents were both born and raised in Nigeria, while I was born and raised in the Bay Area of California

*reaches into your pockets and pulls out ashes of hopelessness* Too soon? Okay, okay, I’m not calling you broke, but let’s just say you haven’t quite figured out how your blog can pay all your bills yet. And I’m not going to act like monetizing a blog is the easiest thing in the world either