February 20, 2015 § 2 Comments
I get incredibly homesick when I go places. It’s not ideal, but it’s manageable. The excitement of seeing a different setting, where other people are home, is worth feeling far from whatever grounds me. Traveling is important. Does something to the psyche and heart. All the things people say it does. (Some of which are grounding.) And I think about it, in general, a lot. I’m very excited for some upcoming trips, but right now I’m so happy to be in the Carolinas. In the faux-cold. With buttermilk biscuits (also things I think about a lot). Seeing what you can of the world is personal. It’s choice. What you look at and where you leave. And I love that.
My favorites from last year:
November 13, 2014 § Leave a comment
Unsure if anyone in Edinburgh actually lives there. The city is built on the grounds of natural disaster. It’s gorgeous. You can’t really blame it for being full of tourists. The architecture, the lights, that park, a castle, the leaves in November. These are all good, justifiable things drawing everybody in. Too many people wearing cameras (including me, let’s be real) but too many pretty things to look at. Balance, maybe. And many, many uphill steps.
November 12, 2014 § Leave a comment
“London returns in damp, fragmented/ flurries/ when I should be doing something else.” From Chelsea Rathburn’s poem English Sonnet. Fitting to say the least. Here’s a handful of images. Here’s a city I liked.
November 9, 2014 § Leave a comment
My mother and best friend in law school and guy I write love letters to are really glad I didn’t pierce my septum in London, but I’m not so sure. If it’s safe to say anything ever, it’s safe to say that I’m impulsive, often. It might be genetics, tbh. Things sound like good ideas or necessary ideas until they aren’t. And by that point I’ve usually spent a stupid amount of money on artisanal treats or put down a deposit on an apartment in St.Petersburg, Russia or sprinted, in Nikes, across Marion Square and down Charlotte Street to argue with an ex before he was an ex. Sometimes I curse this spontaneity and other times I look it in the face in the mirror and say hey, thanks for making that choice, just then. It has rewards– wanting to do something so badly at once. « Read the rest of this entry »
October 19, 2014 § 2 Comments
How I didn’t expect my short trip in Glasgow to go: faking an immediate bereavement at midnight with my Swedish coworker, Johan, insisting we had to fly to Stockholm in the morning– receptionist doing his best to seem concerned but implying there was no unbooking in our future. Our accommodation was truly bad, but we survived. Twenty minutes after our stunt, we giddily took to the streets, grief-less, hungy, drunk.
It was a blast. It was dark. It was gloomy. The archictecure! The history! The art! The cafes! The easiest metro in the whole UK! We met up with our other coworkers, engaged and now on their way to Thailand (Alice: “Do you blog about us?” Me: Yes. Here. Now. I hope you’re safe.) who introduced us to their friend from Auckland, now living in G-Town, who did a seriously good job of showing us the city. I’m doing a lot of nationality and name dropping here, but all I’m saying: there is something better than exploring a good place—and that is exploring it in good company. In the words of Johan himself, it was a proper good time.
October 14, 2014 § Leave a comment
Spent Tuesday driving up and down an Island on a single-lane road, which I learned makes hearts do weird things. There is nothing natural about moving toward Argyll animals or vehicles at such speed. I also learned that people have been hanging out on the Isle of Mull since the last Ice Age. There are fun legends and castles and other things you might expect. So stunning. So humbling. This place would have a lot of birthday candles on its cake.