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Okay, so I fell behind pretty hard on this blog. I did have some stuff written up that I never posted, so I’ll be working on getting those posted. I’m also trying to make my way through to catch up through all of our countries, but I’ll give you all a short summary. We’ve been
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Do you ever look around I’ve been told I can only make that joke twice. New York, the complete opposite of Michigan. Very little greenery, everybody on a constant move, a hustle and bustle of big city life and apartments that cost 5k/month. We loved it. Our flight out was a little iffy with the
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Do you ever look around and think to yourself “I wonder what it would be like to be a worm.” I don’t know about you but I’ve got the wildest feeling of deja vu. Michigan, what a wonderful place. So green, so many lakes, so many rivers, so many people who understand that sometimes things
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One of the most common questions we’ve gotten through this whole ordeal is, “what are you packing and how much luggage do you need for a whole year?” The answer is shockingly less than most would assume, and more than most RTW trippers. Originally we were going to be “one baggers”, each with a carry
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Do you ever look around and think to yourself “I wonder what it would be like to be a worm.” No? Just me? What about “I’m getting older and the crushing existential realization of mortality is hurtling towards my mind like the meteor that killed all the dinosaurs.” ……me neither. Welcome to our blog about
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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The days are slipping away from us faster than we can realize. Somehow, we’ve gone from the darkest depths of winter to the scorching June sunshine. 200 days has melted into 45. Memories have blurred and slithered away. On January 8th when I didn’t think the sun would shine again, I
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Three months ago the unthinkable happened. Our world changed in what felt like a blink of an eye. For someone who clung tightly to the fabric of consistency, the reality was excruciating. I looked for damn near any way to escape, and as it turns out, you can’t really escape from your own mind. We
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January passed like some sort of awful fever dream. We gently began to rip off the band-aids of loss, we boxed up animal food and medications and stowed them away under the stairs. The cleaner came and swept up the tumble weaves of discarded pet hair and vacuumed it off the couches. We cried, a
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Eleven years ago I was plopped down in arid southeastern Turkey as a seventeen year old exchange student. I came into the experience bright-eyed and bushy tailed, ready for a year of adventure, language learning, and introspection. Instead, I shit myself for three months, realized I had deeply untreated depression, and was in entirely over
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