Growing up a military brat, it was common for us to move every so often. My first few years of life, before I could sort my experiences away as recallable memories, were spent in Korea, where I was born; Ft. Meade, MD, just outside of Baltimore; and the New Jersey area where my family lives. My first memory of life was while living near Stuttgart, Germany, and I didn’t even realize I wasn’t in the United States.
I’ve developed a wanderlust because of my travels. In addition to living in different cities, I’ve visited many more. Visiting new places has become an addiction, even if it’s a small blip on the map. My dad and I visited a place called Kingman, AZ, on our way to the Hoover Dam, well, just because it was on the way.
So, I have an extensive list of places to visit. Atop the list, naturally, is Kenya, where Nduku and I will be going in the coming months. My ideal adventure for the longest time was the Taj Mahal in India, back when I was a romanticist and hearing the story of its origin. Then came The World, a man-made collection of islands shaped like the world near Dubai. Nduku and I are going to Dubai as well, but not sure if we’ll be able to sail out to The World.

When Najwa was 3 months old 
For Valentine’s weekend, the ladies and I went to Philadelphia to visit the city of brotherly love. We checked out the LOVE sculpture seen over and over in movies based in Philly. We visited the Liberty Bell, which was smaller than I was expecting, Independence Hall 
Whenever I’m in New York, I feel compelled to run around the city, without a map, snapping pictures of whatever gets in my way. Everywhere you look, there’s a photo op. From the architecture and monuments, landmarks and historical buildings to the local art, the neighborhood hangouts and just about everything else in between.
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If you’re planning a vacation anytime soon 

At one of my previous jobs, we had a saying, which you may have heard before: “Plan your work then work your plan.” At the end of each day, we would write out what we had planned for the next day. When the sun came up, we’d file in like cyborgs, work our plan, then as the hour hand on the clock made its rounds, we’d starting planning for the next day.
This past Tuesday evening I attended a Volunteer Fair hosted by Idealist.org, not sure if I was going to find anything to interest me, but I went nevertheless just because you never know. I originally thought it would be local non-profits looking for volunteers, just worried they would be looking for volunteers for programs I didn’t have an interest in. My main focus is finding programs to assist the underprivileged
This past weekend the fellas and I rolled up to New York and just kicked it. Eric, Mike and I caught the express bus
My mom and I rolled down to Charleston, SC, to hang out with my brother and his family. It had been a minute since I’ve seen him, and may be the last time for a minute since it’s looking like his next stop is Italy.
After watching dozens of programs on Discovery Channel about Hoover Dam, I made it a point to visit it during my second trip out to Arizona to visit my dad. Leaving from Flagstaff, it took us only a ouple or so hours to get there, arriving at the massive structure and all its glory. And it’s truly massive.
It’s been years, many, many year, since my dad, brother and I stood together. Unless a moment slipped my mind, the last time was in Houston for my brother’s Kuk Sool Martial Arts Tournament sometime in the late 90s.
