she was a 'wanderess.' thus, she didn’t care about money, only experiences – whether they came from wealth or from poverty, it was all the same to her. – roman payne
Have you ever visited a place where you just realise how ridiculously small our perspective on life is and how that makes it so that drawing up meaningful conclusions an impossible task because the complexities of cultures, the comprehension of the past and how it has shaped the world seem improbable because although our lives […]
Stumbling off the steps of the bus I nearly sprinted across the school in just enough time to slip into an über which whisked us to my apartment. I swapped teacher wear for weekend costumes and we were on our way again. All aboard the train and finding our place in the beer cart it […]
I had pictured this day in my mind for many moons, prepared for a rocky take off I was astonished at how I moved through the moments with ease. Although nerves twisted through my veins violently my heart remained calm. My goodbyes were hitting deep and the feeling of missing my family had already begun. Tears […]
July slipped through my hands much like water rushes through our fingers. It was impossible to catch it or collect it in an attempt slow the process. All one could do was watch the memories fuse together meshing into a kaleidoscope of laughter, smiles and beer stained afternoons. A weekend in Arrowhead spent with some […]
Living within a city for the better part of a decade you begin to ebb and flow with it’s vibes. Overtime it becomes as organic and essential as your own heartbeat and stride. Once my fate overseas was sealed the scenery around took on a golden glow. A city that was once draped with a […]
As news of my grand adventure plans trickled down the grapevine and through the airwaves my bucket-list began growing by the tenfold. I started recruiting for a trip out to Anza Borrego to explore the Arroyo Tapido Mud Caves. The hands on the clock were moving quite quickly and if we wanted to get to […]
This dream had long existed within my own imagination. It took to fruition in college in the form of whispers between friends. Whispers matured into a fantasy of living in Italy for a year learning Italian, soaking myself in their history and eating my way through Florence, wine in hand. These dreams were abruptly wiped […]
a wanderess tale 