This summer, I decided to experiment with working abroad in Vienna for a couple months. It turned out well, so now I'm heading to Madrid.
I learned a lot from playing Final Fantasy growing up: accept every side quest, explore everywhere, talk to everyone, and be tenacious.
Two years ago, I left Edinburgh to come home after four years of mostly living abroad. I loved Edinburgh. In many ways, I didn't want to leave. But I did, and not just because it was easier for both legal and financial reasons. If I had truly wanted to stay, I could probably have made it … Continue reading It’s not the end forever
When you explore a city by foot, it feels a little like water running through cracks until it fills in every crevice. You wander down one street, retrace your steps, wander down another, but you always know your point of origin. Exploring Vienna by subway has been more like a game of connect-the-dots, only I've … Continue reading Connecting dots
It's my last week in Vienna. Five full days, and then I fly home. And as I get ready to go, my old antagonist rears its head: hitting the "hold" button. The temptation goes like this: I don't have much time left. It's going to be a big change. Why do work today, why make … Continue reading Pressing play
As often happens, I meant to blog about Prague as soon as I got back. But then I got busy, and after a few days so much had happened that it no longer felt like the most pressing topic. Which, funny enough, ties in quite well with the thing I wanted to blog about in … Continue reading Presence
Given my druthers, I'd only ever walk. Walking is by far the best mode of transportation, if enjoyment constitutes the primary ranking criteria. (Where time and distance are concerns, it has obvious limitations.) Trains make a close second, and among vehicular travel are clearly the most civilized way to see the world: plenty of space, … Continue reading On walking
I'd been thinking about making a trip to Prague, but deliberately not buying a ticket until yesterday, which is why I'm on a bus today, writing this post from my phone, which is only one of the firsts in this sentence. Prague is also a first, as is traveling in Europe by bus. I think … Continue reading Spontaneity
There is a bend in I-94, just past Zeeb, as I head out of Ann Arbor, going west. It marks the boundary of my territory—the area that I know best. I know that beyond Zeeb lies adventure. There's aways a landmark to border my territory. When I was younger, that border was a line of pine trees. They rose … Continue reading The fantastic familiar, as viewed from atop a hill.