A college reunion reminds me that there are no business cards for the long-term traveler – and what we do isn’t always who we are…
This Lent, I’m giving up social media and creating space in my life, just to write. And to plot how 1.5 months offline will change the direction of this blog. But first, I need to redefine a few things…
In the States, social status hangs off a person’s employment. So what happens if your chosen career is “nomad”? If only they made business cards for the long-term traveler. . .
Toxic chemicals have nothing to do with it; the trick to unclogging a toilet is all in the arms of the person wielding the plunger. I only know this because […]
“My life is better than your two-week holiday.” – Written on a women’s bathroom wall, Queenstown, New Zealand The arrogant chalk statement, scrawled above the pub toilet in New Zealand’s […]
Two years ago, daily lamentations filled up the journal I had carried to an isolated mining town in Western Australia. Against all good advice to “make the most of it,” I hated Newman. The bugs, […]
Australia’s architecture is determined by the tyranny of its distances. 4,100 km (2,547 m) between coasts create a country of stylistic opposites. From the colonial domes of Melbourne’s Flinders Street Station… […]