Vacations are funny. You spend days or even weeks counting down and anxiously looking forward to your getaway, but coming home and reuniting with routine is equally appealing by the time it’s all said and done. Sitting on the tarmac at Tampa, I was struck by the longing I felt for home and all the… Continue reading home again, home again
Tomorrow morning, RomCom and I are hopping on a plane at stupid o’clock in the morning to head to the Sunshine State. Oh, and we’re going solo. F will be staying at home, with my (rockstar) Mum for a week. Being the bundle of excitement I am, I happily shared my travel plans with friends,… Continue reading who says?
When it comes to size, I’m a pretty little person. I drive a small car, and live in a relatively small apartment in a big building in the province’s biggest city, which is actually the equivalent to many small towns in other parts of the world. And yet I often feel swallowed up by the… Continue reading On waves, waterfalls, mosquito bites and impromptu swims