travel anxiety – The Culture of Being

What makes me feel alive:

I asked for a guitar last Christmas so I could learn and I try to practice at least 3 times a week.

I started reading books last year and I’ve clocked over 100 hours on my (ahem…Jared’s) Kobo. I thought I hated reading.

I love to take pictures with feeling.

I love to create art that moves me.

I learned how to snowboard when I was 18 and it helps me not hate winter.

I learned to longboard when Jared and I got married. It scares me a bit but I love it all the same.

I love to find new music and make the perfect playlists in Spotify.

I write music and although I don’t even know if I would go to my own concert (unless it was free maybe?), it makes me feel badass and happy.

I play video games because they are the quintessential combination of art, music, and experience.

If my daughter asks me to jump in the lake for a swim, my unwritten rule is that I will because I don’t want to be the boring parent and let Jared be the only fun parent. I’m going to be fun, dammit.

I turn on music almost every day and dance like a freak with my babies. I hope when they grow up they know that they can be weird and fun around me, they don’t have to wait until I leave the room.

I get travel anxiety pretty bad, but I try to travel.

I guess this blog kind of means that I like to write.

I want to live, experience, and be.

What makes you feel alive?

I love new places after I’ve arrived. The waiting, the planning, the packing, and the anticipation of leaving, results in me doing child’s pose on the floor taking long, deep breaths. I felt at home there.

The arrival. The dwelling. The exploring. That’s where I love to be.

We arrived to our little inlet, with our little beach. We ate pizza, we played Dutch Blitz, we sat by the window and talked to our little hummingbird friend. I felt at home there.

We took a little boat to a remote island and walked on hand split cedar planks. I felt at home there.

We watched the waves as they crashed into the rocks. I don’t think anything is quite as wild and powerful as the ocean in a winter storm. Her unruly anger is at the same time terrifying and so breathtaking. I felt at home there.

Here are some more of the photos I took so that I can always go back: