Sometimes travel serves no other purpose than to show us where we belong.
When you think about it, how can we not link travel to who we are? We are, because we traveled.
One day you’ll learn. And maybe that one day will be an accumulation of several fleeting moments. Little whispers that float through your brain as fast as sound until they create a catchy little song you can’t forget.
Ask locals of Washington's Olympic Peninsula where to go to be impressed and they'll point you to Cape Flattery. Between its jade ocean waters, playful sea otters, and sunset-painted trees, it's hard to imagine there's anyone who wouldn't fall in love.
I want a blog chock full of vulnerability and to raise the post number with content that feels genuine and as open as a book can be; and I also want to get a job. Are the two opposing?
I’m getting distracted.
Life seems rosy. Of course I can do this writing thing. I’ve got ideas. People like them. I like writing.