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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edinburgh, mother of unicorns

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View from Calton Hill

I’ve reached the end of my Edinburgh road, and what a beautiful road it’s been. Wandering through cobblestone neighborhoods without destination on day four, I remember feeling grateful for the three days I still had to weave in and out of the many layers of this enchanting city. Seven seconds later, I panicked. I only had three days left to weave in and out of the this city.…

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fear of the gluttonous sloth

View of the National Monument on top of Calton Hill. Yes, I made it eventually.

View of the National Monument on top of Calton Hill. Yes, I made it eventually.

I watched the little ants move slowly across the green mound outside my window, trying to ignore the small voice in my head telling me to quit being lazy and go be a little ant too, even though I specifically planned to hole myself up in my hotel room for the entire 36 hours, squeezing every last drop out of the…

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silent storytellers

hiking in norway

hiking in norway

I have no idea what 33 is supposed to look like, but people often seem surprised when they learn that’s my age. I keep expecting to wake up one day, shuffle to the bathroom, and hear the mirror announce I visually just skipped my 30s and went straight to 60. A friend once told me people can lie about the number of years they’ve lived, but their hands always tell the truth. Ever…

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the curly snafu

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Curly, as happy as a lamb

I used to think I had an extensive vocabulary from reading a million books beginning at a very young age. Now I realize while I technically know of a lot of words and maybe how to use them correctly in a sentence because I get the general gist, I have no idea what the true definition is of waytoo many words in my so-called vocabulary bank. So with the help of my…

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