Silly Studious Stress Sleeps

I start school this coming week and as each of these words unravel so does my belly! Butterflies fight and flutter, excited and afraid. 

If that makes sense. But hey, go easy on me. I'm nothin' but an uneducated twenty something trying to get her point across. Plus - NO SLEEP. I repeat. No.... okay 1 hour of sleep. Which is practically no sleep. Well, 3 hours. But 3 hours? You expect me to function on 3 hours? I think I could function better on 1 or 2 - you're so tired that you more feel the buzz, the high from your fatigue, like  a little girl after her first slumber party. But 3 hours? I tasted it - I was so close to getting an adequate sleep. Half way to a descent, energizing slumber. But alas, that was not my fate. 

Something I have been thinking a lot about this Fall, as everyone feels the energy stirring and people embark on new adventures - How hard it is to decipher a persons two voices of "reason". We have fearful "reason", where quotations become necessary, and then we have gut reason, what we truly know to be true about ourselves, what we want, what we like, what we should do next, etc. But sometimes those voices speak through the same microphone, they wear the same mask. How does one decipher the sound of their gut from the sound of their fear? 

Hm. I think I'll sleep on it. 


The Aftermath

The transition from travel to routine. Transient to reliable, permanent. 

That fucking backpack! Oh that sweet weight, crushing my shoulders. I miss it.

The sweat, the spontaneity, the hassle. I love it all, I miss it all. 

All of the most beautiful people, and they treated me like family, like more than family, like the special guest. What did I do right, why do I deserve all of this love, this friendship? Whatever it is, I am eternally grateful. I have the most incredible, unique, and beautiful human beings in my life. 



My trip to Europe this spring was....  - 

Incredible (5)

Amazing (8)

Awesome (2)

Unreal (1)

Fantastic (3)

Enjoyable (1)

Lovely (10)*

* numbers beside words represent the amount of times I have used them to describe my trip in the last 7 days.


The trip started out in Manchester. I visited my good friends Nicola and Richard - two of the goofiest people I've ever met and, together, a couple that is worth admiring. Their relationship is a partnership, this perfectly balanced duo that base's everything off of respect, love, and laughter. This beautiful couple educated me on life, love, and the vegan lifestyle, and then sent me on my way! 

From Manchester we made our way to Edinburgh, Scotland. Over a year ago I fell in friendship with Michelle. I met her at work in Vancouver and we very quickly became inseparable. Soon after I met her she moved to Scotland and I had been planning ever since to visit her. Edinburgh was beautiful - it was rain and rainbows, cobblestone and stumbles, comfort food and ginger beer.