My palms are sweaty and my heart is beating faster than I’d like it to. I anxiously peer out the bus window, squinting in the sun, trying to identify any landmarks I…
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Mariah
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My sister and I are sitting around a table in a little cafe in Mexico City, laughing and crying hysterically, our backpacks on the floor, glasses of Coca Cola in our hands.…
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I’ve been slacking here. The truth is, I’m bug bitten, sunburned, and just plumb worn out. I can’t stop coughing. I also can’t stop smiling. A week ago my entire family and…
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“Dead leaves and the dirty ground when I know you’re not around.” There are dead leaves everywhere. Inside the tent, sticking to my hands, falling all around us. We’ve been walking in the woods…
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I’ve been on the road for about two months now, hopscotching from couches in Chicago to air mattresses in Florida and spending some quality time with my dearest friends. Before I began…
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I should be planning my trip to Mexico. It’s only a month away and many of the details are lacking. Instead, I’m sitting on the porch obsessively watching videos of Joe Purdy…