When I came to you in 2010, I was just 24, an intern, and eager to charge into a new city for what I thought would be three months.
When the summer ended, and I was offered a full-time job to stay, I still believed I would only stick around for two years, max. I was on a tear, then. I wanted to live everywhere and never slow down.
But you wrapped your tree-trunk arms around me, showing me a metropolitan area with so much green. A place where you could bike to sky-scrapers in 10 minutes and bike to a lake in five. A town with top-tier options for eating, drinking and the arts but a blue-collar vibe. A city with with quirky neighborhoods, charming street corners and much more diversity than meets the eye.
I made OK money and didn’t pay too much for rent. There wasn’t a place in the city I couldn’t get by bike.
I decided to stay for a while.
Continue reading ➞ A loveletter to Minneapolis
Mine is the last seat on the plane — one of those almost forgotten varieties tucked by the bathrooms, with no window.
So I can’t see the world I’m leaving, but its just as well. As it is, it’s all almost too much to process.
Continue reading ➞ Heading out (goodbye Minneapolis)
Step 1: Have some things, maybe a lot of things, and a place to live, maybe you even really like that place, and a vibrant, complex life stationed somewhere, maybe it’s kind of great.
Step 2: Remove 98 percent of step one.
Welcome to my insane life! I’m currently in the process of removing 98 percent of it and stuffing the rest into four oversized plastic bins.
Continue reading ➞ How to stuff your life into four boxes
Yesterday, I booked a one-way flight to Mexico.
A one-way ticket into the world; a one-way ticket away from stability.
It feels weird. It feels crazy. It feels thrilling. Right now, I can’t separate the fear from the fervor, the excitement from the terror. It’s all rolled into one. (I’m excitfied? Terricited?)
Continue reading ➞ A one-way ticket to everywhere
Follow my journey – Hi friends, fam, big badass world: I’m inviting you all to come with me on the journey of a lifetime — one with no itinerary and no end date.
After more than a decade in traditional print media — including the Minneapolis Star Tribune where I covered sports, food and travel for the last 8 years — I’ve decided to cut the cord and take on some of my own projects and goals.
I’m selling almost everything I own, saying goodbye to my apartment, strapping on a backpack and heading out — with no safety net, no promises.
Continue reading ➞ Follow my journey!