My Bucket List

This whole blog started for a few reasons. As much as I love a good story, my memory isn’t what it used to be and this was going to be my way of capturing and documenting the stories and moments of my life. For a while, it always seemed like I was doing or preparing to do something on my bucket list. This list is a living document. I’ve added new ideas and experiences that have caught my attention.

So It Begins

All my bags are packed, (I think) I’m ready to go…Singing that song is how I woke up my roommate this morning at 4:15am to drive me to the airport. (Best roomie ever–for taking me to the airport, and not hitting me for singing.) I, myself, woke up after my second of five alarms went off at 4:05am after an hour of sleep, with the lights on, because I was terrified that I wouldn’t wake up. Anyone else have that fear or just me? Today was the day. I was starting the long journey to Lesvos to volunteer at the refugee camps.

A Weird Spot

I have three blog posts in the queue--one on food (borscht and hummus), one on local night life (including our first silent disco experience) and one on boat sitting (which...