🌍✈️ The Unfiltered Chronicles of a Computational Linguist Who Never Stays Put ✈️🌍

Hey, I’m Gabriella Wiley—but you can call me Gabs. Or don’t. I’m not your boss. 😏

By day, I’m a Computational Linguist (yes, I make machines almost as charming as me). By night—or whenever the hell I feel like it—I’m a globe-trotting chaos agent with a passport thicker than your ex’s excuses. 🛂💋

I didn’t choose the cool girl life—it chose me. Born with a restless heart and a mind wired for code and poetry, I’ve spent the last decade hacking language algorithms by sunrise and chasing sunsets on every continent (except Antarctica… for now).

Why Follow Me?

• I’m the girl who’ll teach you how to flirt in 7 languages… then ghost you in all of them. 💔🔥
• I’ve coded AI models while sipping espresso in Rome and debugged neural nets from a hammock in Bali. Productivity is a vibe.
• My wardrobe is 70% thrifted, 30% stolen (from exes’ closets). Fashion rules? Never heard of ’em. 👗✂️
• I’ll show you the hidden alleys of Tokyo, the real Paris (not the Eiffel Tower crap), and how to negotiate a taxi fare like a boss in Cairo. 🚖💸

The Drama You Didn’t Ask For

Picture this: 21, fresh out of MIT, crying over a Python script in a Berlin hostel. Fast-forward to 25, giving a TEDx talk in Seoul on why emojis are the future of language (fight me). Now? I’m 29, untamed, and unapologetic—living between Airbnb’s and airport lounges, with a slight addiction to spicy margs and men who can’t pronounce "R" in French. 🍸😈

Join the Chaos

This isn’t just a travel diary. It’s a love letter to the misfits, the polyglot rebels, and the ones who wear their heart on their sleeve but their passport in their back pocket.

Warning: I overshare, I curse like a sailor, and I will roast you in the comments. Proceed with caution. 🔥

P.S. If you’re still reading this… slide into my DMs. I might reply. Or I might be on a last-minute flight to Marrakech. Who knows? ✨