I'm Kate. I grew up in Houston, Texas, got my Bachelor's degree in Public Relations and French at Belmont University in Nashville, Tennessee, and now live and write from Paris, France. I'm a traveler, runner, culture lover, and artist of sorts. My goal? Live joyfully.
I stepped outside and the goosebumps began. I shuffled back and forth a little, jumped a few times and rubbed my arms, ready to begin. The sun barely peeked over the top of the apartment building beside me, and the clouds gathered, wispy and gray overhead. I started running. I ran down my street, rounding … More The Gift of the Sunshine
I’m sitting on the metro and the cutest guy I think I’ve ever seen is sitting across from me. I so badly want to look up and make eye contact. I’ve tried a few times to casually look around, so that it’s not obvious that he’s what I’m looking at. I feel him look at … More Eye-contact
What is one do when offered the world? Should they laugh? Cry? Weep, even? Or just sit, content and pleased, feeling only how rich it is to be so fortunate? This past weekend I felt like doing all of the above. I visited Strasbourg and a small town in Alsace in France, and Freiburg and the … More Experience, “The World,” and Far Too Little Sleep
I’m currently sitting on my bed, eating my fourth popsicle of the day, listening to classical music as I prepare to do my reading for the class on impressionism that I’m taking here. It’s overcast and grayish outside, and I just woke up from a 2-hour nap. I started getting sick on Friday, and was … More Small Victories and Swollen Tonsils
I’m home this morning, sipping coffee I just made in my new percolator, getting ready to go for a run and start all of my homework for the week ahead. I have so much to do today, and all of the tasks are work-related, but I feel so happy and at home that I felt … More Perspective Changes a Monday
The tall evergreens and open fields rush by me out the window and I longingly watch the landscape whizz by as I look out the window of the train on my way back to the airport. I wish I had more time here, but I think that’s become one of my biggest sentiments of my … More Time and Fulfillment in Norway
It’s Sunday night and I’m exhausted in the best way possible. My feet are in a semi-permanent state of aching from all the walking I’ve been doing (in bad shoes..) and my body is trying to adjust to the amount of hours I now spend upright, and the very few I spend horizontal (sleep is … More A Whirlwind Adventure
It is morning and I’m alone. In France. In Paris to be exact. This is the point at which you can cue the squealing girl sounds in your head, because these facts alone have me so excited I could hardly sleep this morning. My family left at 5am to catch their flight back to the … More Paris: A Legacy, A Home, and the Unknown
As usual I’ve had some bad internet, and my blog posts are about as predictable as the weather, but I wrote this after my first day in Croatia and never got around to posting it until now. So here it is (there it was); more to come.. Maybe even within 24 hours.. I smell like … More A New Adventure and Gratefulness: Croatia
This is a post I wrote a few weeks ago but never hit the publish button on. Even now that I’m starting to settle back in (I have, in fact, unpacked), I still feel the tug of my other homes and miss them. Over the course of the past two years my life has become … More What Is Home?
The Transition Artist 