The Things We Trade
Life
Gold
blog, Life, Ramblings, Travel, UncategorizedA romanticist goes West
Silhouettes 002
blog, Life, Ramblings, Travel, UncategorizedHow a never-ending June comes to a close
Malaised.
blog, Ramblings, UncategorizedA Tale of Loss, the Gift of Good Teachers, and how I almost didn't graduate College.
Coffee and Wine.
blog, Books, Life, Ramblings, UncategorizedHow one thing could teach us something else
The Beauty of Intimate Spaces.
blog, Ramblings, UncategorizedIf there’s one thing that you can’t tell just by staring at me, it’s the undying love I have for Kelly Clarkson. I love her, her music, her voice, her personality, her talents, her concerts, everything. I don’t know when it started, however, it had to have been around the time she won Idol. It’s a musical interest that has made a lot of people laugh, for obvious reasons, but I love her nonetheless. Always have, always will. Idol days to dyin’ days.
The Defeat of the Small-Talk Infantry.
blog, TravelIt may come as a shock to literally no one that I, Mr. Peace-and-Quiet, love poetry. I can’t remember when I precisely started loving poems quite as much as I do, so I’ll just say that I came into the world loving poetry. And with nearly six years of investing myself academically, I’d better love it, otherwise, I’d be insane.
For the love of trees.
blog, Ramblings, UncategorizedAt the risk of sounding immodest, I hike a lot.
Like, a lot. I love it. I think about trails constantly. At this moment, I’m thinking about my next outing. While you’re reading this, I’m probably out there, somewhere, amongst mountains and trees and rocks and wild things. Maybe even a coastline. It’s exhilarating and frightening and calming and exciting all at once.
Priority Thoughts
blog, RamblingsI have many dreams but one of my favorites I think about a lot. I’m speeding down some long stretch of highway, straight as can be, probably somewhere in Arizona, looking at a blazing sun setting beneath gigantic, snow-capped mountain peaks. The convertible top is down, guitars and keyboards stuck in the backseat, Buffalo Springfield songs playing on loop.
Buy My Ticket Home 