The most real way to meet other humans is to do so while traveling and in nature. Yesterday David and I had breakfast at Erhard’s Café, the European café that has become my favorite pre-work coffee shop. On our drive home we decided to drop by REI to see how much crash pads cost – … More Meeting people & bouldering in Boulder
You’d think the pervading smell would be bitter and rough on the senses, like espresso, but instead it is a full scent, red-colored like cedar. I look down and see the reason: old, worn wooden floorboards, chipped in places and streaked with scratches from chairs dragged by old friends. I tire of my book because … More The coffee shop: a description
Based on my last post I decided to compile a small guide to finding a home, wherever you are in life. Realize that home is important. First college, then interning in Ireland last summer, and now being in Colorado for the summer: these experiences have taught me that I need a home. I believe … More Tips for finding Home.
It doesn’t take much to find balance, yet it takes a decision and decisions are everything. As I wrote in an earlier blog post, it’s been an exhausting week. Working with children as a summer camp counselor is rewarding and affirming, yet it’s also a huge learning process and humbling experience. Being away from home this … More Fresh Air
Sometimes we just need to be around other people. I was having an unusually gray morning today. I couldn’t become motivated, I didn’t really want to spend energy making breakfast or doing anything except laying in bed. It was partly exhaustion for sure; I don’t like going to sleep early because it feels like wasted … More Loneliness and Coffee
This is one of the most disturbing books I’ve ever inhaled. I truly did inhale this story; in the span of three days I spent hours upon hours reading… on the couch, in bed, while walking Lacey, at the dog park… Krakauer’s writing style is incomparable. He is a natural reporter and his story reads … More “Into Thin Air” by Jon Krakauer
It is 8:54 in the morning and my body feels like I rolled down a mountain, instead of hiking up one. I should be asleep still; David and I didn’t get home from Colorado Springs until midnight-ish, but I want to write down yesterday’s experience before time obscures my memory. My uncle Ryan messaged me … More 14, 114 feet high: Pikes Peak