Breaking rules and busting heads

I’ve recently come to the realization that I do everything in a rather unorthodox way. Somehow, it all works, and I’m intensely happy.

“Isn’t that dangerous?”

Short answer: no. Long answer: Hey! I’m in México now! Don’t worry, I’m still working as much as always, I’m just a little bit warmer now.

Getting scared: on becoming a nomad

Did I mention I’m starting a cross-world trip? I’m taking the long route from Halifax to Halifax. It’s going to be nuts, and it starts now.

Saying goodbye to South America

Three months in South America turned into five months, and I was still sad when it came time to come home. Somewhere in the JFK airport, exhausted from my eleven-hour flight and an hour and a half of standing in line, waiting for US customs to harass me for flying through a country I had […]

The f-word

I was supposed to be home by now. Instead, I changed my ticket and delayed my return home by two months. Even then, five months just isn’t enough time. It’s surprising how much I haven’t got around to doing. Last week, we finally went to Chile—that trip was supposed to happen in December, when we first got […]

In which love bests money

Crossing the Rio de la Plata after a week-long “holiday” in Uruguay, I realized how much the way I spend my money has changed. Now that I no longer need to steal film from the grocery store or calculate the exact per-grain price of a loaf of bread, I find I’m more willing to spend […]

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