Parc du Mont Royal, Montréal, Quebec, Canada
“Nothing is more dangerous to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun” – Chris McCandless
Just a little over seven hours north of Philadelphia / South Jersey is the second predominantly French speaking city in the world. Straight up interstate 87, just beyond the Catskill and Adirondack mountains of upstate New York, a beautiful European city shimmers along the Saint Lawrence River. Having been to Paris, I can honestly say that Montréal is as close as you can get without going to France. Continue reading “en amour avec Montréal” »
is when I am away from ‘home.’ In fact, for me, it’s hard to say where home really is. I have fallen in love with too many places throughout my travels and have made an ever so growing list of locations I could see myself living for at least a time. Nothing makes me feel more at home than being out on the open road, exploring some new part of America or another country, taking detours and exits through unexplored towns and cities.
It makes sense why the nomadic lifestyle has so much appeal. With Jack Kerouac and Alexander Supertramp as convincing guides, a secure future really is the most dangerous thing to the adventurous spirit. I try to remind myself of this every time I think about the future and it actually encourages me to know that if I had a totally secure set-in-stone future, how miserable and unfulfilled that would be. What is life without some kind of epic story of struggle, discovery, love, loss, defeat, triumph, redemption? Continue reading “where i feel most at home” »
Has life ever been eerily prophetic and seemingly carefully orchestrated to you? Have you ever been able to look back and see, like a puzzle, how certain things that happened led to something in the future, as if it were all meant to be? Isn’t it fascinating that even bad things can work together for good and that what you cannot see now you might be able to see crystal clear in the future and then gasp in awe?
Thinking back to the end of my freshmen year of college, I remember wanting so badly to transfer out of the school I had chosen. I hated the location of Kentucky and kept thinking about where I would rather be. My heart was set on Washington DC. I sent a transfer application to GWU and hoped for the best. Though, it was as if all of a sudden, one day I just knew that I couldn’t leave Asbury, that I was meant to stay. It was almost unexplained, but I just knew in my heart that to leave would be to take my life into my own hands instead of letting God guide. However, Washington wasn’t off the table. No, I absolutely knew that somehow, someway I would end up there, the only thing that was missing was the when and how. Continue reading “glimpses and revelations” »