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.

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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)

Chapter 1: The Quest for Pura Vida

Wanderlust: the Traveler’s Trap

After about two weeks of backpacking--one of those solo--I realized that backpacking is, in fact, possible.  Which you would think I would have realized before, but sometimes things get out of order in my life. Those are the fun times. The idea came to me while I was in Bocas del Toro, Panama.  I was… Continue reading Wanderlust: the Traveler’s Trap

Chapter 1: The Quest for Pura Vida

How to Talk to a Foreign Exchange Student

EDIT:  Because of high interest in this post, I wrote a Part II with a little more perspective. I moved back into my dorm the second semester of freshman year on the first day they would let me, a few days before classes started.  Since I was there before the masses, I ate lunch alone… Continue reading How to Talk to a Foreign Exchange Student