Tag: Thoughts

spread the word

“I just need something that packs well and I can wear a lot. Like every day, a lot.” “…Every day?” The girl questioned, raising her eyebrow. Probably not something the salespeople at Anthropologie hear very often. Which is how she became the first of many…

six things @ 1217.8 miles

   The trick to successfully completing a somewhat monotonous 2,189.2 mile hike without going completely insane is setting and celebrating a boatload of mini milestones. And Emily and I have spent the past few days in an everlasting high-five. We practically bounced out of…

it’s a great big world

Okay, okay, I get it. We’re all fat, we put cheese on everything, or we fry it, or both (mmm, cheese curds). Our food tastes like shit, our bread tastes like sugar, and seriously, what is with those giant portions? We’re uncultured, ignorant, have…

unthreading the messy knot

My suspicions of what would happen if I just let myself loose into the world were confirmed, indefinitely, in the two free months I’ve had since I left home seven months ago. I would spend all the money, drink all the beer (like, all of it),…

from sea to shining sea

A few weeks ago, my Scottish friend David commented on how funny he found it that Americans always talked about what else they were, as in, “Oh, I’m part German, part Dutch,” or, “I gotta bit of Scottish in me, but I’m mostly Polish and…

to all the cities

For years I believed I hated cities. The bustle, the smells, the sounds, the congestion, all of it, just not for me. Yesterday I took a day trip to Paris, only to be slapped in the face by the City of Lights. “Wake up lady, it’s…

to seize, or not to seize

Seize the day. Carpe diem. Grab the bull by the horns. You can sleep when you’re dead. I totally get it. You want every day to be the best day of your life. Maybe the thought you might die tomorrow motivates you for today….

farm recovery program

I am not a beach person. I’ve never been a beach person. There’s something about all the beautiful people, delicious breezes, musical waves crashing and warm sunshiny caresses that just don’t do it for me. Maybe it’s because the ocean tried to eat me once…

365 days of gratitude

One year ago, I anxiously holed myself up in a Madison, Wisconsin coffee shop and published the first post on the other fork in the road. I was standing at a crossroads in the middle of nowhere and found myself in a weird spot. A sticky wicket. A…

bits of scotland

In the beginning, Scotland was just a place to go that I hadn’t yet been, but it turned into much, much more. I had no idea I would fall so deeply in love with it, so much so, I plan to return in August after…

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