On Life.
It’s May. MAY. That’s nearly halfway through the year. Remember this post? Re-reading it reminds me of all of the experiences I had last…
Read MoreIt’s May. MAY. That’s nearly halfway through the year. Remember this post? Re-reading it reminds me of all of the experiences I had last…
Read MoreEveryone keeps saying the same thing. I can’t believe it’s the end of 2015. I can’t believe it either. I still remember vividly standing…
Read MoreI was running. Sort of. I was planning to travel anyway, but I booked that trip in the days that followed the break-up if…
Read MoreThe alarm vibrated underneath my pillow. I’d purposely set it that way so as not to wake up my one other bunkmate whom I’d…
Read MoreThat’s definitely what she was thinking. I sat there huddled into the back corner of the mini-bus. The only backpacker. The only non-Spanish speaker….
Read MoreWhen James and Ashley left on our fourth day on the island, I threw my I love you over my shoulder as I braced…
Read MoreIt was always just one of those things I wasn’t. But when I saw that first cuttlefish; watched it spread its tentacles and change…
Read MoreHow long are you staying for? 7 days. The immigration agent froze and looked up from my passport. Wow, really? But that was all…
Read MoreI missed a lot. Okay, okay. Maybe it’s not the best way to set the scene as I begin to unfold the tales of…
Read MoreWe’d come from Mirissa; endless beach parties of backpackers too young to drink in their own countries. The sound of the bass pounded through…
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