And this is my dinosaur hand. It looks like a dinosaur print when I lay it flat, and I find this hilariously cute.

I didn't have a chance to formally say goodbye to the south, but I started writing about it in our final days there...

Really, I want to know.

A product of my experiences, a complex combination of moments, places, and people.

This is me back in October.

I’ve preached present living. I’ve daydreamed about present living. But I’ve struggled to find present living in the past. In recent months, I’ve been making progress though.

I did not ski a single day this season…

Keeping my lust for mountains limited to beautiful memories right now.

I’m going to share photos from places I’ve already been to.

This is me in quarantine, a Petri dish for insecurities, fears, and anxieties.

In 2019 I had two significant bicycle accidents.

I’m not an opulent guest at 5-star hotels.

Something I struggle with while traveling... exercise.

A lover of great bathrooms.

A renter of brilliant yellow dresses.

A desert dweller by accident.

A feeler of emotion.

I've been getting this a lot lately so I should address it on a broader scale!

A driver of rented orange jeeps.

I wrote this a while back….