At this point our trip was coming to a close. My sister and I had gotten very comfortable at aunt Jo’s house that we could do things around the house without walking on eggshells or feeling like we were visitors. Vermont was sort of a…
Last week, I published a post where I wrote about the constant fear and anxiety that I felt prior to embarking on my big American trip. It was a post that forced me to be pretty open about the vulnerabilities and limitations that I may…
I don’t do goodbyes very well, I never have. First of all, goodbyes are hardly ever ‘good’, I mean, sometimes, even saying goodbye to something you don’t like can be scary because heading towards the unknown is just that: scary. Period. When I woke up…
At this point, we had the whole routine down. We’d wake up early enough for the hotel breakfast each morning and head down after brushing our teeth in a hibernated state still. After breakfast, we’d head back up and straight into the bath in turns….
It was an early morning for me. I had no complaints about that as I was wrapped up in excitement and disbelief at my core. It was finally happening; the thing I had dreamt about way before puberty began. Travel mornings are all the same…
I always say the one thing I’ll always be grateful for in my life is travelling. Plane rides were always the gateway to so much change in my life that led me to become the person I am today. I strongly believe there is nothing…