Just two days ago, I appeared at the end of a residential road in Portland. Feeling a bit like Dorothy in Oz, I thought, well, we’re not in North Carolina anymore. Then of course, realized I was talking to myself and using a cliche movie quote. Weird even in Oz. Then, like a mirage (but not really, because…
I’m sitting in a small hotel room in Pisa. I can hear the traffic from the streets, the room dimly lit. Mike is out at a local laundromat doing some laundry, a necessity, since we’re leaving for Rome tomorrow. Rome. A place I’ve always wanted to see. I’ve long since dreamt of eating piles and…
This was originally posted in July 2013. I am now living in Wilmington full-time as a freelancer writer/operations guru. I’ve been to Iceland four times now, as well as many other places. I own a kickass house and have an awesome dog. For the past few weeks, I’ve worked on this post. I’ve revised it about…