Sunday. Memorial Day Weekend.
If ever there were a calendar day to consciously commit to doing nothing, I’d argue this is the one. Nothing at the beach. The park. Home in bed. Player’s choice.
I hereby decree this day: Rot Sunday.
In a total 180 from last week, this is an ode to anti-productivity. To nothingness.
Read MoreSo, I started a new job last week — good!
Due to said job, I failed to find time in my schedule to write — not so good.
Once again being required to clock and commit to a certain number of working hours that had previously been dedicated to my own never-ending to-do list, I wonder…
How the hell does anyone work a 9–5 and still do anything for themselves?
Read MoreThe more homecomings I have, the happier I am to be back.
One might assume the opposite of a perpetual traveler. But if you speak to people like myself, you’ll find that for most, a sense of home is not something to be avoided, but something to be sought.
Still, nothing can replace the original.
New York — let’s boogie.
Read MoreYesterday, I was craving pizza.
Fortunately, I happened to be in San Diego’s Little Italy, so I headed straight to the nearest slice shop. It was well-reviewed, and the pies looked promising. I ordered two specialty slices: one pepperoni hot honey, one white pesto. My total?
Twelve dollars.
And it wasn’t even good.
How does anyone afford to live?
Read MoreI return to the world of social media from a one week detox.
I thought I’d have something insightful to share, but I do not. I’m just reminded of how much more enjoyable life is when you’re fully in it.
When was the last time you lived solely for yourself?
Read MoreHostels have become such a regular part of my life that I feel no need to discuss them. So it comes as a bit of a shock when I realize that people still have negative perceptions about hostel culture.
Then I remember that sleeping in a room with strangers is not exactly normal for most adults, and I am reminded why people question the allure.
Bunk beds are for summer camp, you might say.
Fine. Let me try to change your mind.
Read MoreThese last few weeks have seen me back on my backpacking game, on the road again with my good ol’ pal Willie Nelson. Moving as I wish. Doing what I please.
Which turns out… is not much.
I knew I’d be traveling more slowly than before — no more of that three nonstop nights per city thing — but I didn’t expect to feel straight up lazy.
Or maybe, I’m just growing up.
Read MoreSome people hate the travel part of traveling. Hi Dad.
I love it.
Staring out the window of a train watching the world go by… the energy of movement… the excitement of being en route? That’s where the name “ONWARDS” came from.
The feeling of I’m on my way? It’s addicting.
Maybe dangerously so.
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