It’s amazing how hard it is for me to not work.
Right up there in the top few questions I’m routinely asked about nomadic life–right next to “What do you eat?” and “How long are you going to do that for?”–is the kindly inquiry “Don’t you get lonely?” Read more
Hey, kids! Feels like forever, doesn’t it?
Happy new year, kids. A week in, it’s looking pretty promising. …Of something.
I wake up and don’t know where I am.
One of the best parts of nomadic life is getting folded into close family parties–birthdays, graduations, Sunday dinners and, most of all, holidays.
I’m sorry. I have to do this, even if it’s insufferable.
There’s a blinding line lying on the toothy horizon that peers into the room and wakes me up. Read more
It’s not always fun and games, kids.