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She Wakes with the Rain
I wrote this poem a little over a year ago when I was coping with a bout of depression. At the time I had just returned to the UK after a whirlwind trip with lots of rushing around. I was coping with a lot of uncertainty, including living situation, relationship doubts, work stress, and general direction in life. Rereading it, I reflect on how important it is to acknowledge the darker parts of ourselves and to hold them with love and care. Pushing those parts away, holding them at arm’s length, only creates division within ourselves and ultimately prevents us from having meaningful, lasting, and connected relationships with those around…
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Feeling
Not gonna lie these last two months have been an emotional rollercoaster and a half. I’ve been feeling all the feels sadness, anger, disappointment, frustration, fury, love, depression, elation, happiness, pain, bliss, optimism, longing, and so many others. It’s been terribly wonderful. A necessary journey of growth and learning. It’s not my first rodeo, I’ve felt all of these things before, during a variety of different life events, and I can guarantee I’ll feel them again, but each time is different, unique in its own right. I’m sharing this not for empathy or support, I’m sharing this because I want to normalize being open and honest about how we feel. …
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Getting to Know London
Public transport in London is absolutely amazing, yet I find myself walking everywhere all the time. It’s not even about saving money, it’s just about a general feeling of ease and the discovery of hidden gems made possible only by walking around London. When Shannon and I did our two-month backpacking trip in Europe, we dedicated four days to this lovely city. During that time, we saw a lot because we walked pretty much everywhere. June 2015 The bus ride from Inverness to London was supposed to take twelve hours, but due to traffic, it took fourteen. Our forty-five-minute stopover in Edinburgh ended up being twenty, leaving us little time…
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London Festivals and Street Art
I know I’ve traditionally posted throwback posts on Thursdays in honor of the whole “Throwback Thursday” idea. However, I’ve decided to do away with that tradition and give some love to the other days of the week. Since I am currently still in London, due to COIVD restrictions and I haven’t done much other than work. I’ve decided to do a series of posts about previous visits to London, the first of which I now present to you. Cheers! June 2015 The story of how we got the tickets goes something like this: While teaching a high school art class I received a text from my best friend Shannon. It…
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Acclimating to New Places: When Moving Becomes Normal
I’ve always been astounded at how quickly one can acclimate to new places. Forget about jet lag and travel fatigue. I’m talking about that familiar feeling you get once you’ve grown accustomed to a place. The first time I left the US was in 2012. I moved to South Korea on a yearlong contract to teach English. Although I had traveled quite a bit within the US, I’d had never been to a foreign country. Not even Mexico or Canada—and I’m half Canadian for goodness sakes! After a couple of months in Korea, it became my life. It was almost as if nothing existed before that, although obviously it had.…
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The Te Araroa Was Great but What Happened to the Rest of 2020?
To say 2020 didn’t quite go the way most people planned would be an understatement. Along with travel restrictions and lockdowns, loved ones were lost, weddings cancelled, and ordinary life completely disheveled. After returning from New Zealand, I struggled in finding a new normal. I stopped working on my travel blog and did my best to separate myself from social media. I just needed a break from it all, a moment to reset and find balance, but I wasn’t quite sure how. It was a difficult journey but beautiful in countless ways. I’ve got a lot planned for 2021, but for now I’ll do a quick flash back on the…
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Road Trip: The Grand Canyon and Glen Canyon
This post is the first part of a two month road trip I took around The States. September 2017 I got the family discount, even though I wasn’t exactly family. Ross and I had known each other since we were ten, having moved to Big Bear the same year, and given each other shit for our entire acquaintance…so in a way we were absolutely family. I hadn’t been to the Grand Canyon since I was three and didn’t have the keenest memory of the experience. In fact, I remembered absolutely nothing other than a story mum told about how I nearly gave her a heart attack by climbing up the…
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Post Thru-Hiking Depression: 6 Practices to Help You Fight It
Woo, you completed your thru-hike! You walked for hours each and every day over mountains, across rivers, through thigh-deep mud or snow; fighting off frozen fingers, mischievous wildlife, and the occasional rouge tree root; and you made it! You accomplished something most people only dream about! Now what? The adventure is over and “real life” is knocking at your door. It’s no surprise depression often choses this moment to rear its ugly head. Think about it. You just spent months outside, sleeping under the stars, pushing your body past its limits, and forging deep meaningful relationships. Transitioning back into “normal” life can often prove more difficult than the hike…
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Pompeii
This Throwback Thursday posts took place during one of my favorite trips. It was my first time in Europe and I was travelling with my best friend, who was the ideal travelling companion. This story takes place on the very first day in Italy. May 2015 It was our first day in Italy and with only a thirty-minute train ride between us and Pompeii, the ruins of a city once drowned in the ashes of the volcano Vesuvius, we knew exactly how we wanted to spend it. After a complimentary breakfast of Nutella croissants, espresso, and orange juice, we hopped (literary we were bouncing) onto a train south. Little to…
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Te Araroa: The Storm That Ends All
Te Araroa: The Storm That Ends All 22.03.2020 Day 146 (16km) Thank goodness it was a short day, because the wind was howling as we walked a pebbly beach towards coastal farmland. One of my gaiters came loose, allowing the tiny rocks to fling themselves into my shoe. With the temperamental weather, I wasn’t keen to stop and remove them. After our final climb of the TA, which was only a couple hundred meters up to a viewpoint, we descended into Riverton’s residential neighborhoods. Alex had booked us an AirBnb, which was so lovely that within a few minutes we decided to reserve it for another day. The weather was…
Insights and Stories Through the Eyes of a Wanderer
