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
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 