Secrets: Post and Otherwise

I just saw the first Post Secret card that I wish I knew the writer of. It reads: I’d travel the world with you. It’s a photo of the interior of an airport. A waiting room bench in the foreground, with the window and planes in the background. I once asked someone to travel the … Continue reading

Puffy Bread and Plastic Cheese: Grilled Cheese Like Mom Only Made Under Duress

On Sunday, I wanted a grilled cheese sandwich. This really shouldn’t shock anybody. I’ve been sick for almost a month now. Being sick sucks. Being sick alone sucks even harder. It means you have to take care of yourself. This isn’t usually a problem for me, but after over three weeks, the routine’s getting a … Continue reading

Things I Lost While Traveling

Every time you see a “how to travel solo” or even a “how to travel” guide, it talks about all the things you risk losing when you’re traveling: how to avoid losing them and what to do if you’ve already lost them. Your dignity, your camera, your composure, your wallet, your life, your temper, your … Continue reading

If It Walks Like a Duck…: Putting on a Show of Confidence

You’ll be fine. Those are the words my friend repeated to me every time I texted or e-mailed him, panicked, with my latest question, query, or cry of anguish. What if I packed the wrong stuff? What if I have too much stuff? What if I don’t have enough stuff? What if I run out … Continue reading

Giving In, Not To Be Confused With Giving Up

It was only a matter of time. This is what I’m thinking to myself as I stare blankly at the dozens of different types of chocolate laid out in front of me in the grocery store. It was only a matter of time before I gave in. I always do. I have quite a sweet … Continue reading

Tomato, Potato, Tornado: Things Kids Say #1

I ask the kindergarten class about their favourites. They’re four, so they don’t actually say the word favourite yet, just “I like…” Today, we’ve been talking about weather. The boy to my left, whose curly permed hair and double-creased eyelids mark him as a heartbreaker waiting to happen, pipes up: “I love tomatoes!” It takes … Continue reading

Impostor Syndrome: Silencing the Little Voice

There is a name for what I have. That feeling I get when I’m staring at a roomful of screaming kindergarteners or moody pre-teens and the voice in my head whispers, mutters, or screeches, depending on just how bad a day I’m having “What the hell do you think you’re doing? You’re not a teacher!” … Continue reading

Somewhere-Else-Sick: Homesickness for the Wanderer

I don’t get homesick. I get somewhere-else-sick, sure. Heartsick, missing something  from my past, nursing a heartache. I used to think it was because I don’t think of myself as having a home, and even when I’m in the place I usually call home, I get somewhere-else-sick. Lately I’ve stopped thinking of myself as lacking … Continue reading