On loss and letting go

I don’t get homesick very often.  Not even the times I spent Christmas away from family and friends, staying at a hostel alone, did I have moments when felt sad or lonely.  But this past weekend, it hit me full force for the first time in a long time.  Continue reading

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When it rains, it pours

At the risk of sounding like Alanis Morissette, life has a funny way of turning around when it seems like everything has gone absolutely down the crapper. Continue reading

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Life in limbo

The last time I was in a limbo competition was at a slightly dilapidated upstairs bar in downtown Reykjavik, Iceland.  My friend, Hank, had pulled off an impressively low back bend under the limbo stick to keep our team in the running for first place. Continue reading

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Novel ideas

I’ve done a fair bit of walking today; I can feel the heat trapped in my shoes, burning my soles as I sit here in a stuffy pub on Lombard St.  I spent the majority of the morning doing outrageous Google searches, looking up certificate programs, new things to commit to and study.  I have always been a planner, and an unrealistic one.  I think planning is what I enjoy the most.  Everything sounds better in theory than in practice. Continue reading

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Routine: friend or foe?

I turned my thesis in last Monday and while the questionable quality of which has given me some anxiety, it feels so good to be free from the clutches of this graduate program.  They say the grass is always greener on the other side, and I feel that all too keenly bouncing back and forth between student and working stiff. Continue reading

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