Home is where the dropped pin is

Home is where the dropped pin is

by | Aug 22, 2017 | Remote Year, Travel

I think a part of my heart will always reside in Minneapolis, Minnesota. When I meditate on it, home feels like the breeze from a nearby lake rustling bright green leaves that sway overhead as I lay in a hammock drinking craft beer. It feels like the chill of winter...
Dr. Disappointment

Dr. Disappointment

by | Jul 18, 2017 | Remote Year, Travel

I’ve spent the last week or so with a pretty nasty cough. But it was just a cough, something to be soldiered through. After all, I’ve got work to do, and a city to explore. Then it wasn’t just a cough anymore. It was a freight train that slammed into...
On days like today… I miss home.

On days like today… I miss home.

by | Jul 11, 2017 | Remote Year, Travel

Two days ago I woke up with a cough, and that morning marks the first time I’ve been sick since I began traveling just over a month ago. I don’t get sick very often anymore, so when I do get sick, I tend to get very whiney about it. So here I am, sitting in Budapest,...
Your own personal universe

Your own personal universe

by | Jun 21, 2017 | Remote Year, Travel

Family comes in many shapes and forms. It’s the tribe of people you were born into; parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, third-cousins-twice-removed. It’s also the person you met through an ex sitting around a table playing D&D who you clicked with so...