I always knew I would find salvation in tacos. Most people have figured out a way to get through major upheavals, breakups and little changes in their life in constructive and normal ways. I have not. I recently changed the…
This is not about New Year’s Resolutions
Every year I make very vague New Year’s Resolutions. Actually, I only make one: learn to knit. The rest of my “resolutions” are what I call “Birthday Goals.” It’s a sneaky little way to actually do my resolutions. Last year,…
Pizza and Bars
It’s easy to see yourself in TV shows that focus on the lives of twenty-somethings living in a busy city. My friends and I fit this mould. Twenty-something. Lives in a city. Hangs out in bars. Have probably told each…
This is not about solo travel.
I am a huge enthusiast, pusher, enabler and recommender* of solo travel. Personally, I find solo travel is the best way for me to travel, and I will happily answer any and all questions regarding solo travel. I feel a great…
This is not about graduating.
On June 18th, 2016, I walked across the stage at the National Arts Centre, shook hands with the Vice-Chancellor and the school President, received congratulations from the Program Director and the professor I disliked the most and was given a…
Summer Round-Up of 2015
Summer has officially ended. It is now time for apple-picking and leaf-crunching, Sunday football night, indoor soccer games, cinnamon-dusted hot chocolates, my 26th birthday, and the return to school to finish my masters’ degree. On that last Friday, I defiantly…
This is not about Lansdowne.
I love tacos. I’ve offered to pay for services using tacos. And while my life can sometimes be boring, in that I will sit at home and read, or I will sit at home and watch 6 hours of Netflix…
Falling in love with and in Monteverde
These are my favourite posts to write. When I look back at cities that have touched my heart and make me long for them. Cities that are perhaps ordinary to some but have left me with so much happiness. Everything…
To the Carribean side we go
Costa Rican time. Where a bus ride that should have taken 6 hours took 9. Our bus driver moonlights as a high-speed car-racer-auditioning-for-any-action-movies-that-requires-an-unncessary-amount-of-speed. In Costa Rica, buses play chicken with other vehicles. They get to an impass or a bridge…
This is not about twitter.
My friend Matt thinks I don’t know how to use twitter properly. I probably don’t. I keep saying that I’m ‘twittering’ something and I forget to tweet for days on end. I also use really long links because I don’t…