to seize, or not to seize

to seize, or not to seize

Morning sun, the signal to start seizing

Morning sunshine, the universal signal to start seizing. My bedroom window in WI.

Seize the day. Carpe diem. Grab the bull by the horns. You can sleep when you’re dead.

I totally get it. You want every day to be the best day of your life. Maybe the thought you might die tomorrow motivates you for today. Like, OMG, if I get hit by a bus tomorrow, is this reallyhow I want to spend my last day? Or…

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farm recovery program

Oia, Santorini Greece

Oia, Santorini Greece

I am not a beach person. I’ve never been a beach person. There’s something about all the beautiful people, delicious breezes, musical waves crashing and warm sunshiny caresses that just don’t do it for me. Maybe it’s because the ocean tried to eat me once in Greece, or maybe it’s the residual result of nightmarish movies like Open Water or horror shows like Baywatch, or just…

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the dog and pony show

One foggy Friday morning @ Knockara Stables

One foggy Friday morning @ Knockara Stables

All right little ladies. And when I say little, I’m specifically referring to ladies between the age when you start asking your parents for a pony for Christmas, to whenever that stops (i.e. you realize it’s never gonna happen, so you may as well stop wasting precious list space). On behalf of all the parents out there, I would like you to reconsider…

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choose all the adventures

Bike path graffiti. Montreal, Canada.

Result of turning left instead of right on the bike path. Montreal, Canada.

The most difficult hurdle I hopped in bringing this blog to life, was choosing a proper name, one that accurately reflected the nonsense bouncing around upstairs. It was like naming a child, or in more realistic tosh-terms, a pet; a forever thing. After weeks of dead-end ideas, I couldn’t shake Mr. Frost and his extremely…

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365 days of gratitude

sunrise on the farm, Emly, Ireland

sunrise on the farm, Emly, Ireland

One year ago, I anxiously holed myself up in a Madison, Wisconsin coffee shop and published the first post on the other fork in the road. I was standing at a crossroads in the middle of nowhere and found myself in a weird spot. A sticky wicket. A little ditch on the side of the interstate. A heartbroken victim of expectations. Suffocating in fresh air.…

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a true lover’s love

true lovers love

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My favorites, Seán the Yearling and Kiki the Tiny Dog

I’ve been unexplainably in love with horses for as long as I can remember, but not in the way a true lover loves. More like in the way I loved Benny “The Jet” Rodriguez in The Sandlot: from afar. I would never meet Benny, because Benny is real only in the movies and my overactive imagination; the reality of loving a real live horse seemed just…

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bits of scotland

early morning

early morning

In the beginning, Scotland was just a place to go that I hadn’t yet been, but it turned into much, much more. I had no idea I would fall so deeply in love with it, so much so, I plan to return in August after I skip around England and Wales. Though I am still married to America, I think I’ll take Scotland as my mistress.

As with any decent relationship, you should learn from each…

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a taste of home

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solo canoe sunrise, Madison, WI

I’ve happily enjoyed much of the past decade on the road, sleeping in hotels, living out of a suitcase, which I eventually reduced to a backpack, as I couldn’t be bothered with plane-side bag check with some of the tight connections the travel department booked. Bag mustfit in the tiny space above little puddle jumpers, making longer business trips a wee challenge…

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end of the honeymoon

The scene of the crime.

The scene of the crime.

So if you’ve been following my journey, you may have picked up I’m pretty obsessed with my tent. And maybe somewhere along the way, enticed by glamour shots of my little green Hubba Hubba perched atop magic mountains and ocean cliffs, you somehow found yourself feeling a little something for my tent, too.

If so, I feel the need to tell you about our pride squashing…

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i got one sock

I got one sock

campsite #3, Glen Coe Mountain Range

campsite #3, Glen Coe Mountain Range

I’ve been solo road tripping across the Scottish Highlands for almost a week and I feel like this country is either underrated, or else I haven’t been paying attention. Actually, to see if the latter was true, I just googled “world’s greatest road trips” and was shocked to not see Scotland anywhere on the list of 56 ultimate road tripscreated by National…

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