Each year that I traveled abroad, without fail, I would bring back the obligatory souvenir for my friends and myself. Usually something mass produced, maybe something original and handmade once in a while. Something that would probably be forgotten or thrown away eventually. Everyone has a souvenir from someplace. Read more “The Souvenir”
As my boyfriend and I sat at the bar having a drink, I gazed up at the clock – 1:15.
“I should get to the airport…I need to be there at least an hour early.” I paused for a moment, looking up at the clock again. “But I don’t remember what time it leaves!” Read more “All Packed With Nowhere To Go”
There’s an air of mystery that surrounds wanderers, gypsies, perpetual tourists, nomads…whatever name you want to give them. I think a lot of people wonder why they would choose to not have a home or settle down like “normal people”. There MUST be something wrong with them. They MUST have done something bad. I’ve even been asked the question, “So, what are you running from?” Read more “So, What Are You Running From?”