I navigated the Seattle streets to the airport in a sleepy stupor at 1.30 Tuesday morning to find my parents waiting amidst a pile of luggage. I laughed to myself, seeing my dad, Paul, swimming in a sea of eight bags, with my mom, Carol (or as my dad suggested I should refer to her, … More Return to your Roots
Once I was sitting at a bus station in Stockholm when a German couple came up to me and asked in broken English for directions. I got a massive grin on my face, thrilled with the thought that I had passed as a local in Stockholm. In reality, my blonde hair makes me a shoe-in … More Mistaken Identity
I love living by myself to a degree that probably isn’t acceptable by societal standards and causes me to fall closer to the recluse or hermit end of the spectrum than it does social butterfly any day of the week. Don’t get me wrong, once I’m out in public and on a roll, I run my … More Compost Conundrum
Transient Transplant 