Solo travel looks glamourous. For a woman, it also probably seems quite dangerous, and scary, and a bad idea, and who's going to take all those super-posed pics of me walking into a sunset or staring off into the distance... Continue Reading →
It was hard to hug Jeanie goodbye - living abroad, one of the weird ways your heart has to grow is to learn how to say goodbye to people for real, knowing that there is a very real chance you... Continue Reading →
Ten years ago I was going through a thing - I was working at an awesome weekly newspaper in my college town, waiting tables, living the dream. I danced downtown Tuesday through Saturday and in drum circles and at sunsets... Continue Reading →
I freaking love cheesy tourist things. I used to scoff at tourist traps; thinking I was so cool in my backpacking cheapskate ways, always winging it, hoping to find something local and have a more authentic experience. But when I... Continue Reading →
My life is a lot of accidentally doing things the hardest way possible. With an all-star cast of strange characters. A sprinkling of mishap. A lot of "well, at least this will all be a very funny story in a... Continue Reading →
Like all good travel stories, this one starts with pollution, pirates, and a flu epidemic. Teaching in Brazil taught me to choose countries with good public holidays (I miss you, Carnaval), and I was très excited to see a 10... Continue Reading →
I have an app that feeds into a quirky obsession of mine - knowing exactly how many days it has been since my definition of major life events have occurred and how many days until the next one. This makes... Continue Reading →
There is an English idiom, 'like riding a bike,' that I got to try out in a few ways on this trip. I was literally riding a bike around rice paddies and down busy streets with opposite traffic laws, and... Continue Reading →
‘This is brilliant. This is . . . this is either the best idea or the worst idea i have ever had. Either way . . . heaps of fun at the moment. And probably a really good story later.’... Continue Reading →
It’s been exactly 56 days since I boarded a plane for the longest ride of my life and flew from California to Hong Kong. I’ve a laundry list of crazy things that I’ve learned or noticed or had happen to... Continue Reading →
What follows is an account of most of the things that have gone wrong or I have done wrong here in HK so far. It's long because. I'm me. But also funny. Bc me. So picture this - it’s 6am,... Continue Reading →
Here goes my flight. Here I sit in the airport. Bags are checked. I am not sure what I’ve forgotten yet. My 'last supper' was Zachary's deep dish pizza, salad with ranch dressing, wine, and my puppies in the backyard.... Continue Reading →
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