Chapter 4: An Autobiography of an Idealist

Only Hate the Road When You’re Missing Home; Why I Appreciate Everyday Life

I have to trek all the way around the building to check my mail, but I live at the place I put down as my permanent address.

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Chapter 4: An Autobiography of an Idealist

Hopping My Way Back Home

Facebook has reminded me that two years ago, I stayed up until 3am at a riad hostel in Morocco, and then woke up the next afternoon to surf with strangers from Europe and Australia.  Today, I woke up in the bed I own at 6am because I'm working on building a habit of discipline, and am currently staving off laziness by working my way through a to-do list.

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.

Chapter 3: The Blank Spaces on the Map

I’ll Be Home for Christmas (And Not Only in My Dreams)

I'm writing this on December 9, 2015, but I won't set it to post until after Christmas for the purpose of secret-keeping.  You see, here's the deal.  I'm going home early to surprise my loved ones for Christmas. I originally booked my return ticket for as late a date as I could and still actively participate… Continue reading I’ll Be Home for Christmas (And Not Only in My Dreams)