I don’t have to know you, because in this small way, we’re the same. And we’re in it together.
Read MoreThe Bristlecone Pines are worth a visit to the park all on their own. It’s difficult to capture the brutal elegance of their gnarled branches, the rich color of their weathered trunks.
Read MoreIt’s hard not to feel invincible standing at the end of the crest, the mountain dropping straight down on nearly every side, the world unfolding before you like a butterfly spreading its wings.
Read MoreI’m absolutely excited. Practically vibrating with joy and determination and general bubblegummy-ness. I’m also terrified.
Read MoreIt’s midnight when I finally stop, so wrung out that I stumble a bit as I drop down on the steps.
Read MoreBasically, it’s educational, fun, affordable dining with great theming and a better view. If you’ve only got a few hours in Seattle, Smith Tower is the way to make the most of them.
Read MoreI’m not writing this post to complain. I realized that this — everything being a total mess — is part of the whole experience.
I’m not failing at it, I’m doing it.
Read MoreEverything that I’ve been thinking about just to keep myself going for the last year and a half. The life I’ve been dreaming about is eight hours away.
Read MoreThe last week before I left was just as insane, because all of that was still going on, but I also had a lot of goodbyes to get through.
Read MoreForth of July was the one day every year that I always felt unstoppable. It made me feel empowered, one person supported and held up by millions of people, like every dream I’d every dared to entertain was as close as those fireworks, falling down upon me from the stars.
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