As usual, I didn’t make any concrete New Years resolutions for 2016. That’s why it’s a little funny that it sort of ended up being a year in which I unintentionally experienced a whole lot of new things.
I’ve just moved into a share house in Camberwell, an eastern suburb of Melbourne, where I’ll be living for 4 weeks. Tonight, I’ll be sleeping in my 35th bed this year.
I often feel out of place in this travel blogging world. I didn’t get into it because I love to write, and I don’t plan to make a living freelance travel writing or managing social media accounts.
If there’s one phrase I drop on the reg other than “I’m so excited!”, it’s: “be a honey badger!”.
A what?, you ask?
*Technically*, the honey badger is a weasel-like species from Africa – but I’m talking about the meme here.
55. The approximate number of hours I spent sprawled out in the back seat of our rental car during our 8 days driving around Iceland at the end of this past summer.
I read 15 books during my 5 months in Asia last year. About half of those I read during my 3 weeks trekking to Everest Base Camp; after that, I slowed down my reading pace juuuuuust a bit.
I often turn to other travel blogs while planning my next trip. I want the nitty gritty: how much should I budget for this country, where should I stay in this city, how do I get from the airport into town?
10 years ago this week, I left small-town Connecticut for college in upstate New York. At age 18 I was terribly naive and clueless as to what lay beyond 4 years of university schooling.