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Constant wanderer. Vagabond. Traveler.

This is a blog about my travels, places I've been, people I've met, places I WILL go and all things done and yet to be done!
"I'm an adaptable nomad...My roots are inside of me."

Countries seen to date: USA, England, France, Scotland, Ireland, Netherlands, Switzerland, Spain, Wales, Northern Ireland, Italy, Czech Republic, Germany, Mexico, Austria, Iceland, Canada...

Wandering since 2009.

All photos were taken by me, unless otherwise stated (or obviously if I'm IN the photo). Please credit me if you use a photo! Thanks!!

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    Oh, how time flies. 

      A year ago today, I was arriving in Boston, by means of a mini-van chock full of everything I possessed. I had no idea what I was doing, where I was going, and which bars I would be regular too. The first few weeks of my life in Boston, I spent my time moseying around my new neighborhood, just getting the feel of it. Within the first month, I found a couple spots that would be my regular spots and stops, and now, a year later, I’ve got a bonafide routine (which changes depending on the destination: job, job or school). Earlier today, I ran into another regular at the Starbucks I go to on my way to work. We met last September one Saturday afternoon when I was getting some work done. He’s a total townie, looks like a complete meathead, bouncer in Dorchester, accent to boot, and he’s just the sweetest guy I’ve ever met. Now that I’m moving out of Fenway, I wont be stopping into this Starbucks, and Richie seemed genuinely sad about that. 
    
     I haven’t made too many friends here in Boston, just yet. Not to say I’ve made NO friends, but it takes time to make ties like the ones I had in California, and the ones I have with people in different parts of the world. Boston is my home now, and I feel like a different person here. I’m making different connections. But Richie reminded me of the the really interesting connections I make with people; these sort of random connections that really enrich my life, connections of the kind I never made in California. These are the kind of connections you seem to make only when you live in a big city. You see the same people somehow, and you connect with them. Like the older couple I have lunch with every Tuesday, Joe and Marie. I met them by chance, becoming a regular at a bar in Beacon Hill, and now they feel like family. I look forward to every Tuesday just to spend time with Joe and Marie, talking about art, philosophy, music, and food (mostly). 

     I’ve been in Boston for a year. And I still get excited to explore it. I still find myself entirely captivated by the view of the city from the north end of the Mass Ave bridge. I still relish the times I can sit and read a book in the Public Garden. I still smile when I walk the Freedom Trail just because it’s on my route. I’m leaving Fenway, and I’ll miss the hustle and bustle downtown, but I’m looking forward to the quiet and culture of Somerville.
     The seasons have been phenomenal. Each one containing it’s own beauty. With maybe the exception of 80% humidity, even summer has been lovely.  
I’m eager and anxious to see what the next year in Boston has in store for me. I have no idea where the wind will blow me after that, do I stay, or go? Every door is open. 

It’s been a year, and Boston has been good to me. 

    Oh, how time flies. 

          A year ago today, I was arriving in Boston, by means of a mini-van chock full of everything I possessed. I had no idea what I was doing, where I was going, and which bars I would be regular too. The first few weeks of my life in Boston, I spent my time moseying around my new neighborhood, just getting the feel of it. Within the first month, I found a couple spots that would be my regular spots and stops, and now, a year later, I’ve got a bonafide routine (which changes depending on the destination: job, job or school). Earlier today, I ran into another regular at the Starbucks I go to on my way to work. We met last September one Saturday afternoon when I was getting some work done. He’s a total townie, looks like a complete meathead, bouncer in Dorchester, accent to boot, and he’s just the sweetest guy I’ve ever met. Now that I’m moving out of Fenway, I wont be stopping into this Starbucks, and Richie seemed genuinely sad about that. 

       

         I haven’t made too many friends here in Boston, just yet. Not to say I’ve made NO friends, but it takes time to make ties like the ones I had in California, and the ones I have with people in different parts of the world. Boston is my home now, and I feel like a different person here. I’m making different connections. But Richie reminded me of the the really interesting connections I make with people; these sort of random connections that really enrich my life, connections of the kind I never made in California. These are the kind of connections you seem to make only when you live in a big city. You see the same people somehow, and you connect with them. Like the older couple I have lunch with every Tuesday, Joe and Marie. I met them by chance, becoming a regular at a bar in Beacon Hill, and now they feel like family. I look forward to every Tuesday just to spend time with Joe and Marie, talking about art, philosophy, music, and food (mostly). 

         I’ve been in Boston for a year. And I still get excited to explore it. I still find myself entirely captivated by the view of the city from the north end of the Mass Ave bridge. I still relish the times I can sit and read a book in the Public Garden. I still smile when I walk the Freedom Trail just because it’s on my route. I’m leaving Fenway, and I’ll miss the hustle and bustle downtown, but I’m looking forward to the quiet and culture of Somerville.

         The seasons have been phenomenal. Each one containing it’s own beauty. With maybe the exception of 80% humidity, even summer has been lovely.  

    I’m eager and anxious to see what the next year in Boston has in store for me. I have no idea where the wind will blow me after that, do I stay, or go? Every door is open. 

    It’s been a year, and Boston has been good to me. 

    — 2 months ago
    #travel  #travel blog  #boston  #usa  #us  #america  #boylston  #boylston bridge  #fenway  #somerville  #seasons  #winter  #summer  #fall  #autumn  #spring  #beautiful  #moving  #one year 
    View from the top. Boston lights.

    View from the top. Boston lights.

    — 1 year ago
    Surprise view of Boston. Sometimes you just have to walk through doors you’re not supposed to. 
Boston, Massachusetts

    Surprise view of Boston. Sometimes you just have to walk through doors you’re not supposed to.
    Boston, Massachusetts

    — 1 year ago with 18 notes
    #boston  #mass  #massachusetts  #travel  #travel blog  #new home  #us  #usa  #view  #rooftops  #rooftop view  #historical buildings  #red brick  #blue sky 
    11 dollars. 55 pounds. 400 Złoty. A few quiet days in Poznań, priceless. #moneymoneymoneyMONAY

    11 dollars. 55 pounds. 400 Złoty. A few quiet days in Poznań, priceless. #moneymoneymoneyMONAY

    — 1 year ago with 2 notes
    #moneymoneymoneymonay 
    Poznań. I love you. (at Stary Rynek)

    Poznań. I love you. (at Stary Rynek)

    — 1 year ago
    Day Seven: After 3,600 miles, 14 states, a foreign country and several gallons of coffee, The Great American Roadtrip is at an end in Boston. I’m happy to be in my new home. 

States covered: California, Nevada, Arizona, Utah, Colorado, Nebraska, Iowa, Illinois, Indiana, Michigan, New York, Connecticut, Rhode Island, Massachusetts. 
Bonus: Ontario, Canada

    Day Seven: After 3,600 miles, 14 states, a foreign country and several gallons of coffee, The Great American Roadtrip is at an end in Boston. I’m happy to be in my new home.

    States covered: California, Nevada, Arizona, Utah, Colorado, Nebraska, Iowa, Illinois, Indiana, Michigan, New York, Connecticut, Rhode Island, Massachusetts.
    Bonus: Ontario, Canada

    — 1 year ago with 4 notes
    #travel  #travel blog  #photography  #great american roadtrip  #roadtrip  #14 states  #boston  #mass  #massachusetts  #america  #us  #usa  #make way for the ducklings  #at an end 
    Day Seven: Woke up in a tent to this beautiful view. Sunrise over Watchaug Pond in Charelstown, Rhode Island

    Day Seven: Woke up in a tent to this beautiful view. Sunrise over Watchaug Pond in Charelstown, Rhode Island

    — 1 year ago with 1 note
    #watchaug pond  #ri  #rhode island  #travel  #travel blog  #photography  #sunrise  #roadtrip  #last day  #beautiful  #landscape  #camping  #us  #usa  #america 
    Day Six: Bridge over the Hudson River.

    Day Six: Bridge over the Hudson River.

    — 1 year ago
    #travel  #travel blog  #new york  #bridge  #hudson river  #photography  #roadtrip  #upstate  #america  #us  #usa 
    Day Five: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
States covered on day five: Illinois, Indiana, Michigan, Ontario, Canada

    Day Five: Toronto, Ontario, Canada

    States covered on day five: Illinois, Indiana, Michigan, Ontario, Canada
    — 1 year ago with 2 notes
    #travel  #travel blog  #photography  #city  #cityscape  #skyline  #toronto  #ontario  #canada  #roadtrip 
    Day Five: Detroit, Michigan. 

Detroit really is beautiful, but sadly so quiet.

    Day Five: Detroit, Michigan.

    Detroit really is beautiful, but sadly so quiet.

    — 1 year ago with 4 notes
    #detroit  #michigan  #travel  #travel blog  #photography  #buildings  #rundown  #us  #usa  #roadtrip  #america  #bankrupt