Tag Archives: Getting Philosophical
Leaving to travel

Selling Our Stuff: The Process of Letting Go

We have started selling our stuff. I thought it would be liberating, and in a way it is. But it’s also triggered a clinginess and nostalgia I hadn’t expected. Each time my phone pings with a message from Jared telling me he’s sold something else, I’m one part relieved and one part sad to see […]

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Nobbys Lighthouse sunrise

Travel Memoirs and Sailing Ships

Officially, I have written four drafts of my travel memoir. Unofficially? When you add up the re-written bits and pieces, the number is probably closer to forty. As I prepare to fine-tune my proposal and query letter for the next round of agent-hunting, the doubts once again settle in. What if this is crap? The […]

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Finding Motivation in My Muesli

Yesterday I made my own muesli. It’s not hard, but it made me feel extremely accomplished. I make muesli. I don’t even have to buy my own cereal now. (Also: it tastes kind of great.) It’s not the kind of thing you can talk about during a review, unfortunately. Boss: So, we’ve checked your Internet […]

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Memories of Myanmar and the Speed at Which Time Flies

As I write this I am sitting on a chair in the corner of my Newcastle living room. Everything here looks the same so I am weirded out that I just sped through Southeast Asia: 10 flights, 8 days, 5 cities, 4 countries. The only physical indication that I took this trip is my lingering […]

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Visiting Peru

What to Expect From Your Working Holiday Visa

First, a caveat: I make no promises. Everyone’s experience with a working holiday visa will be different. It depends on you, of course. This post was born because I’m in a pensive mood; Facebook informed me today that Lateral Movements is now 4 years old. (Fun fact: it was born as Blogabout Europe in 2008 […]

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Baby, You Can Drive My Car

When I was in college, I drove a red ’97 Saturn, and I loved it. I felt like part of my identity was tied up in this car, this object, and part of me assumed we’d be friends forever. I abandoned the car before it abandoned me, of course. Eventually, I came back to claim […]

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