Category: Traveling without moving
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Uluru…
After spending just a few minutes in the presence of Uluru, your first thought is, “Why the hell didn’t I buy the fly net for my head?” I’ve never met a fly as tenacious as the bush fly in Australia. The damn thing will crawl up your nose if you let it, and even if…
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Grandparents
I sit here listening to Christmas music, and it always makes me remember the people I miss—not a bad way, mind you. I always remember the good while I’m in this mood. Given what else I’ve written about in the recent months, remembering the good times is a better place for me to be. So…
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The three Jude’s
I’ve discovered I have three distinct personalities after this weekend, each more entertaining than the last! You’d think after living this way for the last seven months, I’d have learned my lesson. But you know what? It’s too much fun, and I don’t plan on changing a thing. Although, I am considering a month-long detox…
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messy messier messiest
As the weekend approaches, signaling our one day off a week (yes, just one), it’s shaping up to be another one of those “messy” nights. And no, I’m not talking about untidy rooms or complicated political situations (though those could also apply). I’m talking about the kind of messy that involves a lot of vodka…