"There are no signs anywhere!" the woman from Belgium will say. This is when you'll realize the reason why you've been so confused the entire time since landing. There are no signs anywhere.
Vocalese and changes of plan
A shame-based tenor started up in my mind. What do you think you’re doing, trying to live this way. There I go, there I go, there I go, there I go.
What I do for a Living
Earlier this month, I reduced my essential possessions to 23 kg plus carry-on and resumed a pandemic-friendly version of my old nomadic way of life. I'm cat sitting in a neighbourhood of Toronto I've never seen before. Just walking the block around my building, I'm feeling the lights come back on in corners of my… Continue reading What I do for a Living
More Tips on House Sitting
It was a large day when this piece of mine went live in the New York Times. A bunch of folks contacted me afterwards, saying they want to try house sitting while travelling. And, because I like to tell people what to do and how to do it, I thought I'd share some more bits… Continue reading More Tips on House Sitting
Behind the Instagram #2
I posted this image on Instagram on the evening of June 24, 2018 while in Newtonhill, Scotland. The next morning I accidentally dated my journal September 25, 2018. With a few edits for clarity, here's what I wrote: The North Sea, the great expanse of water horizon. On days when the break between water and… Continue reading Behind the Instagram #2