The concept of home and being rooted is one that I often struggle with. I don’t own a home (nor do I want to at this point) and I don’t own a car. For me I can be “home” wherever I am. I remember being in Turkey back in 2011. It was my first…
There’s no doubt about it — I’m super excited to explore a new country in Scotland. And very much looking forward to tackling the West Highland Way, seeing the southern Scottish Highlands on foot. I mean, gosh, I’ll really be able to thoroughly enjoy the scenery. However as stoked as I am for this adventure, it’s…
I could sit here and complain about what a shitty year this has been. I could tell you I have nothing to be thankful for this year. The loss of my mom is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to go through. And it has forever changed me. But, gosh, I think about how…
“This is ho-o-o-ome. Ho-o-o-ome.” My friend, Jenny, who has a lovely voice, is singing along with Sheryl Crow. Yes, this is home, I think as we drive through the winding mountain roads on our way back to Golden. It’s a gorgeous early autumn day and I’m visiting. I used to live here, in Colorado.…
Home. It’s where the heart is. There’s no place like it. For me, it’s been a confusing word over the past 4 1/2 years. I’ve written about not feeling at home in Cincinnati (where I currently live and where I am from) and feeling more at home out there in the world. I’ve talked…
We took a chance. After emailing a couple of places in 2 different towns in southwestern Turkey, Deb and I heard from Beliz at Karia Bel’ Hotel in the village of Bozburun. Located southwest of Marmaris, this boutique hotel was affordable, yet looked quite nice. When we arrived at the appointed place in the harbor…
