During a recent layover in Atlanta, I walked into an airport restaurant in Terminal F. After I looked over a menu and decided to eat there, the hostess asked me if I wanted to sit at the bar or at a table. “Table,” I said, wanting some space to relax and write before my overnight… Continue reading Go for it. You have nothing to lose.
I think about my sister a lot, but this week, I’ve been thinking about her a lot, a lot. She’s spent the days leading up to her 25th birthday — a time in a young person’s life that’s typically about dreaming big, testing the water and living freely and fearlessly and without abandon — in… Continue reading On bravery
“You will never be completely at home again because part of your heart always will be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.” – Miriam Adeney I don’t know that there’s a better set of words to capture the feeling of exploring… Continue reading Leaving is not easy
For someone who’s made a lot of changes throughout the past year and embraced a lot of challenges — many planned, many unplanned; some good, some I wouldn’t choose to relive; some new, some repeats — change still scares the sh*t out of me. Tomorrow I’m traveling back to the U.S. for my cousin’s wedding,… Continue reading Change still scares the sh*t out of me
Winter has arrived in the south of South America, and I am loving every second of it. Honestly, it is glorious. It’s been nearly four years since I’ve had a winter, and it’s true what they say: you don’t miss something until it’s gone. It also doesn’t hurt that I’m at the foot of the… Continue reading The value of four distinct seasons
Today is a Nuquí day. A reminder that travel, and life, does not always go according to plan. I woke up at 5:20 a.m. today to catch a 7:00 a.m. bus to Osorno, Chile. (I need to cross the border to renew my passport.) I brushed my teeth, washed my face, got dressed, packed my… Continue reading Travel, and life, does not go according to plan
Let’s talk about failure. Why does this word carry such negative connotations? Why do we fear failure? Why are we so afraid to fail? To accept defeat? To be knocked down? I suppose it has a lot to do with the way failure makes us feel. Both in the moment and sometimes long — far… Continue reading Fail, learn, move forward