I fly to New York on Saturday, and thence onward to Madrid. Trying to make some tough choices about what books to bring along.
I've spent the last few days out in Illinois, visiting my brother's family and meeting my newest niece. Since they moved out, I've made the trip a half dozen times, always on my own, usually for a weekend stay. There are a few things that always strike me about this trip, which I will enumerate for lack of anything else to write about.
During my time abroad, I've often felt anxious and out of place while trying to be open to new, foreign experiences. It gets better with practice.
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