I’m sitting in a church pew in Germany, listening to a children’s choir sing German Christmas carols. To my right is a friend I met the very first time…
long-term travel
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I am being coerced to see one of the country’s most beautiful national parks. I’m driving in a borrowed SUV, winding through country roads and losing gps signal. I’m taking turns down…
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There is a restlessness to my silence, a boredom in my soul, lodging itself in my heart. I am staring at the beautiful outdoors of rural Maine, arm-wrestling all of the coincidences and circumstances…
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There is a fire of excitement in his eyes and suddenly hands and arms are waving through the air as the energy in the room shifts and heightens.…
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The mosquitoes here don’t carry malaria, and I can’t seek refuge from the persistent bed bugs in his dark and cool apartment, eyes probing mine, slight smile on his lips.…
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I’m leaving. Tomorrow. I’m packing two bags and heading South. After circumventing the globe for the last fourteen months, moving comes naturally and easily to me. But this is different. I’m boarding…