I dig things up for a living—literally. History is my obsession. Ancient artifacts, lost civilizations, all of it. I spent four months in Chile once, excavating a prehistoric village in the middle of nowhere. Best time of my life. I've also done digs in Africa, Asia, China. So yeah, I'm never home. Like, ever. My suitcase is basically my permanent residence. And that means relationships? Complicated. Short. Temporary. I meet people, I leave, rinse and repeat. Maybe one day I'll stop running and actually settle down. Have a family. But also... maybe not. The world is big and I haven't seen all of it yet. So who knows?