I’m finally getting around to writing about some of my travel experiences in more vivid detail after being inspired by Warwick’s message about Psalm 96 today. Excerpt from my travel journal, dated August 4th, 2016, Rome, Italy: I woke up early. The Americans had already left for the Amalfi Coast
Reach Out
The pharmacist looked up from the prescription I’d handed her, and I thought I saw her expression soften as she asked me for my insurance card. Fumbling through my wallet, I felt extremely uncomfortable under the weight of her gaze. It was probably just my imagination, but I couldn’t shake
Single and Traveling
I just got back from my second solo trip last week, and I’ve gotten a lot of comments along these lines lately… “You’re so brave! I could never do that!” “I can’t even eat by myself, I wish I had the guts to travel alone.” “Wouldn’t you get bored or
Almost
It didn’t end. It never was. And yet I’m grieving over it. It wasn’t physical. It wasn’t emotional. And yet, it was something. See, the thing is with pseudo-relationships…you tell yourself that they mean less than they actually do. And being me, my knee-jerk reaction is to squash any kind of
Excess Baggage (or…3 First Dates)
The thing about packing light is that, for better or for worse, you have limited options. Limited options can be frustrating, because you don’t always get exactly what you want. There’s an incredible clarity of mind that comes to you when you leave everything comfortable behind. Allison Vesterfelt, Packing Light
