Anonymous asked: Since you're a travel writer you can live anywhere in the world. Last year i remember reading a blog post you wrote about breaking up to travel the world and i found it really moving. Have you found anyone since then who embracds your adventurous outlook on life or do you think travel writer females have to sacrifice dating to live their ideal life? How much longer do you think you'll stay in Michigan?
Such personal questions, anon! To answer your question I’m not entirely sure how much longer I will live in Michigan. That depends on a number of things both personally and professionally. Yes, as a travel writer I can live anywhere but there is so much going on that at the moment I’m putting value into having a stable environment for me to focus on some of the recent opportunities that require more attention and focus. Ill move when the time is right but realistically probably not until late spring/early summer next year at the earliest. Again, it depends on many things.
As far as being a traveler and dating I don’t think travelers necessarily have to sacrifice dating to live their ideal life. I believe it’s entirely about your priorities and what you currently want in your life to make you happy.
After I had written that post well over a year ago I had decided that I wouldn’t seriously date someone again unless they were willing to travel with me at some point as well as share a similar outlook and philosophy on life. Many people in my age range are very focused on settling down, buying a house, starting a family, etc and that’s great but it’s just not who I am right now, nor do I believe it will be a part of my goals anytime soon. I’m very independent and I’m more interested in just being with someone who makes me really happy and focusing on my career.
Relationships are all about compromise so I probably wouldn’t take off on a long adventure unless my significant other was interested and willing to come with but at the same time that person would have to be cool with me going off for a few weeks here or there to travel independently.
Anonymous asked: I recently read your short essay Longing and it felt like as if I could have written it. The way you describe your longing to find that same human connection you find on the road or traveling is exactly how i feel. I just wanted you to know I share your thoughts and I really love your writing.
Thank you. :)
Anonymous asked: I just read your latest post on your dating blog and I just wanted to tell you how happy I am for you for all the attention you've been getting lately in regards to your writing and i hope whoever you spend time with romantically gives you the kind of treatment you deserve. your story, your travel writing, your words, its all so inspirational. you deserve the best.
“When it comes to men and relationships I have pretty modest needs. All I want in life is to fall in love with a sexy bearded man who will travel the world with me that I can read poems to and kiss every night and then, like, watch reruns of Boy Meets World with.”
My latest for Portable.tv. Hot Bearded Men in Film I Want to Make My Husband.
Today is my brother’s birthday. He would have been 38. In five days it will be the one year anniversary since his suicide/drug overdose.
I’ve been thinking about him a lot. How can I not? It’s been the topic that opens and closes every conversation with my mother and sister for the past few weeks. I think we’re all still a little lost. Just a year ago he was still within our grasp. Still a phone call away.
I’ve been looking at photos lately from better times. Back when we all lived on the farm. Before Dad died. Before we all went through the psalms of survival.
Despite being forced to care for myself at the age of 16, being a highschool drop out for a bit, feeling incredibly lost and without any sense of security for years, then going through the motions of restoring all that had been taken away from me, and in the end somehow finding solace from the years I was in the winter of my life, I guess I always felt a sense of relief that I made it over to the other side.
But Kevin, even Kim, my sister, they never did make it past the turmoil. They were always so stuck. They turned to drugs hoping somehow it would cure that loneliness we all felt as children at some point. They wanted to get sober just as much as they did not want to get sober.
A part of me thought Kevin would find his way to where I was. We had so much in common. Our passion for art, music, and books bonded us. I thought someday we would both figure out this thing called life.
So now, on his birthday, all I can do is wonder where he went. I wish things could have ended differently. I wish, I wish, I wish…