It’s that time of the year. And if your weekends have looked anything like mine, they’ve been all about graduations and celebrating and inspiring speeches and new chapters. How exciting!
Now I know I may not be the most Continue reading “Because Everyone is Graduating”
There are definitely times when you are traveling that you may want to throw in the towel, to give up, to just have someone to tell you where to go and what to do and not have to do all the footwork for yourself. But that’s not what I’m talking about. Continue reading “When Travel is Exasperating”
At the beginning of the year, like a lot of other people, I had a few goals for 2015. Taking a look back at these, some went pretty well, a few I pushed to complete, and a couple, I just forget about. Which I don’t like, but hope to learn from that and move forward into this next year. Above all, looking back, I am grateful for the experiences and the challenges. And I’m not too worried about the things I didn’t do, because so many amazing things did happen. Continue reading “2015 Resolutions: The Reckoning”
If we find poetry in the service station and the motel, if we are drawn to the airport or the train carriage, it is perhaps because, despite their architectural compromises and discomforts, despite their garish and harsh lighting, we implicitly feel that these isolated places offer us a material setting for an alternative to the selfish ease, the habits of confinement of the ordinary, rooted world.
The Art of Travel, Page 58
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I wasn’t sure what to expect from this book. It turned out to be the perfect mix of light, laughter read and thought provoking, ponder read.
Written by Donald Miller about a road trip from Texas to Oregon in a VW bus with a guy he barely knew. It’s truly inspiring to Continue reading “Through Painted Deserts”
This book. I can not even begin to do it justice. It took me a while to read because, life. But it is truly a beautiful glimpse into what travel used to look like.
Written by Martha Gellhorn, world traveler, war correspondent and third wife of Ernest Hemingway. Continue reading “Travels with Myself and Another”
Have you ever been bogged down by your dreams? It sounds so contrary to all the motivational quotes and the whimsicality that goes with the term dream, but I think it can happen. Moments where you want so badly to pursue that thing, but being frustrated in knowing that it’s just not time yet. It can be tiring. It can make you all out want to give up, or at least wish you had a more “down to earth” dream.
But that is not the definition of a dream. Continue reading “Dreaming Big and What’s Next”
I fell in love with New York City. I wasn’t expecting to, but the city pulled me in. I loved catching my first glimpses of the skyline as I neared the end of my 4 hour bus ride. I loved staying on the Upper West Side. I loved walking everywhere. I loved the soreness in my feet at the end of the day as a testament to all the places I had gone. I loved staying 2 blocks from Central Park and 1 block from the Night at the Museum museum. Continue reading “New York City | Part 3”
The time I spent in New York City was full of wandering. We made plans a day at a time, and enjoyed not having a rigid agenda. Most days started with breakfast at a coffee shop in West Village, a Subway ride down to Manhattan, and then lots of walking, shopping and exploring the city that never sleeps! Continue reading “New York City | Part 2”