I've never won anything. Ok, except that one time I won Camper of the Summer at the Boys & Girls Club in 5th grade. Oh, and that one time I won a $50 raffle in Middle School. Ahh...
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This is a random note I came across in my phone this morning while searching for something else. Too long for a Facebook post (IMO), and not quite long enough for a featured blog post, I figured I'd make it a mini confession: Everyone bracing themselves, drinks sloshing, cutlery and other tray items flying, unanimous "Ohhh's" and "Whoa's" with every violent bump, and a whole lot of prayers, on my part. I just knew the face masks would drop at any minute and today would be the day that I met my Maker. I've never experienced...
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Living in the rice paddies of rural South Korea, where my only distractions are social media and Marvel movie marathons (on the weekends), I’ve had a lot of time for self-reflection and introspection, to say the least. Pondering the last decade, or so, of my life has been prevalent more than ever lately. Undoubtedly, because I am on the precipice of turning another year older in just a couple of days. Another year older, another year wiser, right? So, what advice would my wiser, more mature self, give to my younger, inept self? Here goes… Carpe the...
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World of a Wanderer has been nominated for a Liebster Award. An AWARD! Little ol’ me with my little ol’, one-month old, blog has been nominated *cues the dramatics*. *Ahem* So, first I’d like to give honor to God, who is the head of all our lives…” Ok ok, I’ll spare you from the long, drawn out, sappy speech…even though, technically, I haven’t won anything, but whatevs this is my moment. Can I bask a bit? Thanks :) A huge thanks to Janni over at Travel Without Ends for the nomination! #onecampertwocatsnodestination sums up this fun and free-spirited blog. But, truthfully,...
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I’m not the type that typically freaks out. Well…except maybe when it comes to bugs…and furry and/or non furry four-legged animals that can scratch, bite, or claw my eyes out…and always every now and then the dark…and needles. Ok, so maybe I am the type. But, whatever, that’s not the point. The point is, when it comes to things like jumping out of planes, or zipping through the jungle strapped to a harness on a line, and swimming with nurse sharks, I’m all good. No worries. No fears. So, when scuba diving in Boracay left me...
Continue readingAnd just like that it hits me. Hard and out of nowhere. I sit idly listening to my grandmother go back and forth trying to remember if she bought pie crusts on Monday or Tuesday, running through every rudimentary detail of those 2 days, until she comes to the conclusion that it was definitely Tuesday...
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