Highlights of the week: One last beach night with the loves. It's been record low temperatures here in Rio - like high 50s F, which makes us FREAK OUT. I legitimately don't have enough clothes for this situation. But we... Continue Reading →
Highlights of the week: every once in a while I do something that makes me proud of me and shows growth. I like to then say "hashtag adult." I have discovered you don't actually want to put "adult" as a hashtag... Continue Reading →
eeeeep. It's coming. My birthday. 32. Thirty TWO. Like, really thirty, now. No going back. I never accidentally say an age starting with twenty anymore. Actually, these days, when asked how old I am, I usually first say "how old... Continue Reading →
Nothing like a public diary (blog) to help you see the ways you've (hopefully, but not always) grown and matured, and to observe the running themes in your life. On big days, or days that seem big, I like to... Continue Reading →
My technical title at my school is “English Language Developer” but in our contract we also sign to do “other duties as assigned.” For someone with my costume collection, shamelessness, and childlike sense of humor, this means I end up being a spokesperson... Continue Reading →
Happy anniversary to me! 500 days ago today, I looked at my phone calendar, and it said "move to Rio and rule the world." So after very little sleep, my mom and sisters drove me to the airport in the... Continue Reading →
What do you call an old snowman? Water. Why did Santa's little helper feel sad? He had low elf esteem. I've got a thing on the side. Yeah. That's right. A... Continue Reading →
I love Thanksgiving. I love looking on facebook and instagram and seeing everyone get mushy about those they love, and taking a solid timeout from the angry-elfness that seems to be infecting the interwebs lately. I love the family photos... Continue Reading →
I miss him at the oddest times. A video I know would have made him laugh, hearing Journey on karaoke night, a particularly witty pun I know he would have enjoyed. I wonder if there are still bits of me embedded in his daily life,... Continue Reading →
What is it about teaching on a Wednesday? I can't remember if they were as difficult when I was bartending or waiting tables...is it all M-F 9-5's or is it every job? Is it just being alive? Wednesdays are like... Continue Reading →
Normally in the States, I'm so jacked up on conversation hearts that I can be pretty numb to the pain of being single on Valentines Day. And every day. All day. Because it is. It's okay to love being single to celebrate the heck out of it, and to also acknowledge that it can be really, really hard.
People often ask me what has changed since I've moved to Brazil. There are things that I notice, things maybe others notice more than me. I'm not sure. But here are some basics: My most intense conversations are with bugs. For example:... Continue Reading →
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