To Rach.

Wednesday, May 15, 2019, 2:51 PM. Meraki Coworking, Gavà Mar, Barcelona, Spain. My favorite memory that I keep coming back to is that one day you came over in high school during the summer, I can’t recall whether we’d started college yet or not. But we went in our bikinis to the Cameron Wood pool …

Short and sweet

Has it been four months since last I wrote? In Vietnam, I heard about an Irishman that named his daughter the Gaelic word meaning “the light appearing on the ocean as the moon reflects on the waves”. I don’t know what the word was, but one day I want to find out because it’s how …

Being present, and homesick

It’s too much!!! All of it. To process and carry and write about. This is how my life goes – endless beautiful experiences that crush me with their gravity, so much that I can’t bring myself to…

Going rogue

Resistance. I am fighting it by writing right now. You’re welcome, future Megan. I’m sitting in the worlds most boring airport, Yangon International. It’s clean and pretty and has a duty free shop the size of Walmart but no cafes or food under $10 near departures. I only have the Myanmar kyat equivalent of $2. …

Going forward, backward, forward again

I’m on a bus somewhere between Surathani and Krabi in southern Thailand. Life has been full and lush the past few weeks since I got here. There have been some difficult moments, not from language barriers or bus breakdowns or hangovers, but all rooted from within myself. Decision making, self doubt, expectations, comparing myself to …

Go it alone

  I can’t sleep. And I really have to pee. I’m on the flight from London to Abu Dhabi and don’t want to wake my neighbors. Though I don’t think any of us has gotten much sleep on this seven hour flight. From Abu Dhabi I connect onward to Bangkok, the moment I’ve been waiting …

Go lightly and carry great boots

  “No pack is too light and no boots are too good.” This is the excellent advice my friend Craig gave me when I told him I was peacing out for a bit. Concise and crucial – took it to heart and pared things down to this list here. Really happy with my home on the …

Go big or go home

My first post from the skies! We have takeoff. I’m flying to Reykjavik Iceland, en route to London. There’s a seven month old baby across the aisle from me named Lilah. And thank goodness for her because I exploded my granola and yogurt parfait all over my self/seat/the aisle ten minutes after take off, and …

Going unapologetically

Well I’m starting this, now is as good a time as any. I just thought of what to say as I was walking home from the grocery store on this rainy evening but now seem to have writer’s block or cold feet or actually I’m just easily distracted. Okay I remember now: I’m starting this …