I am among you. I think of us as true travelers at heart but not yet deserving of the upper division “vagabond” title. It’s like being a Girl Scout; we haven’t gained enough patches to graduate into being a woman scout or whatever comes next. We’re in the same club, have similar interests, play in … More Dear Aspiring Vagabonders,
Last semester I set a goal to partake in you more, to set aside time to do things on my own. In fact, I went as far as praying that I would learn how to have you without feeling alone. I didn’t realize that I would literally and figuratively run into concussion problems and be … More Dear Alone Time,
I have a hard time writing to you, such a notorious turning point in WWII and history, with heroic and devastating characteristics. But, I find it hard to write to anything else after visiting Point Du Hoc, Omaha Beach, & The Normandy American Cemetery. Then again, maybe I should clarify that I am writing … More Dear D Day,
When I stumbled upon you, I literally stumbled; Through the rain, zig zagging between streets and cars, I entered the place where you are kept, musee l’orangerie, hot and sweaty. I scanned the lobby for an entrance, something so simple but nevertheless something I struggle to find on the daily (maybe because of the language … More Dear Lilies,
Like Paulo Coelho once said, ‘you can’t be tamed.’ But I would also like to add, nor explained. I’ve always had the imagination of a dreamer, the ongoing pull to another world, flowing through my veins like a need. I would like to say that I’ve always identified with you, even if it was myself … More Dear Dreamers,
I stepped out of the cab, bags loaded, and looked at the wall that shot up before me. The taxi driver pointed to a green square in the mass, resembling a door-like outline, and threw in some beautiful French that was surely helpful, had I understood any of it. However, the gesture was enough for … More Dear Madame Michele Bonhomme,
I know I wear my heart on my sleeve, it’s just how I’ve always been and I make no effort to stop it from bleeding out of me on a daily basis, which also means that I’ve fallen for you in just a matter of six weeks. I found myself walking to the … More Dear London,
(Or, shall I say, football) It was but only two months ago that I wrote my parents saying, “Standing here right now I wish for one thing: that I could go back and relive all of these soccer moments over again.” People think it’s because you were my life but my life was … More Dear Soccer,
There are a lot of people on this earth but there are very few humans, as you say. Humans are special. You are a special human. You are so inviting, open, and strong; the combination of these three is among your greatest qualities. You plan trips and activities for everyone, taking it on as … More Dear Human,
You are merely a fancy way for me to cover my excuses, or better yet my fears. I have always justified you by fluffing you up with logic, calculations, and practicality but those are separate entities and you do not belong with them. My life out here has cut you down to minimal usage, but … More Dear Pretense,
Compass 