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The Sword Swallower’s Assistant

Occasionally I’m compelled to write about strange encounters, many of which occurred before I started blogging. This is one of those stories.  The unofficial rule of attending comedy shows is that you don’t sit in the front row unless you want to become part of the show. This also applies to other shows where the performer is […]

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Selling Our Stuff: The Process of Letting Go

We have started selling our stuff. I thought it would be liberating, and in a way it is. But it’s also triggered a clinginess and nostalgia I hadn’t expected. Each time my phone pings with a message from Jared telling me he’s sold something else, I’m one part relieved and one part sad to see […]

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The secret’s out! Our 2016 travel plans

In all the years I’ve been traveling, I’ve never done that thing where I quit a steady job, sell my stuff, and hit the road. So now’s the time. Yesterday, Jared and I both handed in our notices. For the next six weeks we’ll focus on selling our furniture and renting out the house; in […]

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Travel Memoirs and Sailing Ships

Officially, I have written four drafts of my travel memoir. Unofficially? When you add up the re-written bits and pieces, the number is probably closer to forty. As I prepare to fine-tune my proposal and query letter for the next round of agent-hunting, the doubts once again settle in. What if this is crap? The […]

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Finding Motivation in My Muesli

Yesterday I made my own muesli. It’s not hard, but it made me feel extremely accomplished. I make muesli. I don’t even have to buy my own cereal now. (Also: it tastes kind of great.) It’s not the kind of thing you can talk about during a review, unfortunately. Boss: So, we’ve checked your Internet […]

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Possessions of Travel

The day we left Buenos Aires I faced the task of slashing my possessions by half. We’d flown in from Korea with two backpacks and one large suitcase, telling ourselves that we had six weeks to get rid of the suitcase. The zippers were broken and no way were we dragging that thing around South […]

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