Chapter 3: The Blank Spaces on the Map

EuroVideo from 2015; I Think My Production Skills are Improving

Last time I made a video, it took me a good seven months to finish and publish it. This one took a year and some change (pun kinda intended) to make it out of my jump drive.

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Chapter 3: The Blank Spaces on the Map

Finding Christian Community as a Traveler

I don’t know if I consciously expected to find pilgrims with backpacks on trains or in late-night discussions in the hostels, but whatever I expected, I was disappointed. I’ve written about my loneliness while traveling, and it took regaining some spiritual community to realize that the loneliness was in some ways spiritual isolation.

Chapter 3: The Blank Spaces on the Map

You Can’t Step in the Same River Twice; Life as a Whitewater Raft Guide

I'm one of the most extroverted people I know--I genuinely like almost all people. However, I spend most of my off days alone or with two or three of my favorite coworkers, because being cheerful and meeting new people all day every day is exhausting. Especially when you get three adults in a row who ask you if the river runs in a circle or if we're going to paddle upstream to get back to the outpost.

Chapter 3: The Blank Spaces on the Map

What It’s Like to Travel Alone as a Woman

In honor of International Women's Day, I'm going to write about a topic I haven't written about in the past because I feel like other blogs have covered traveling as a woman better than I ever could.  However, I've finally thought about it enough that I think I have something to add to the conversation.… Continue reading What It’s Like to Travel Alone as a Woman

Chapter 3: The Blank Spaces on the Map

Routine Doesn’t Look So Scary; I Guess This is Growing Up

It's not the most exciting period in my life, and I think people are a bit disappointed when they ask what adventures I have going on, but if they want adventures, they can go have their own. I'm starting to visualize a future with routine and roots, and I'm visualizing it without a trace of dread. I think this is growing up, and I think I like it.

Chapter 3: The Blank Spaces on the Map

May I Never Have Matching Coffee Cups

Even though I don't yet have a cabinet to put them in, I've already started my collection. I have a beautiful clay-colored mug with blue and green swirly paint flowers that my mom bought at an art fair. I have a huge deep blue mug that says "Catholic Charities" from my internship last summer. I have one with a German Christmas market painted on it from a glühwein stand that I picked up when I was traveling through Europe.