When I was growing up, I fell in love with books. From the moment my mom suggested Harry Potter to me – likely after she grew tired of me devouring a Dolphin Dairies or Magic Tree House chapter book a day – I was hooked by the magic of words. I was thrilled by the… Read More Are Words Worth Paying For?
We in the global west have an odd relationship with change. We tend to assume that what is, will always be, be it good or bad or somewhere in between; however, what I’ve come to realise, slowly and sometimes painfully, is more in line with eastern traditions and that is, that the only constant in… Read More Decisions: Endings, Beginnings, and Everything In-between
As anyone who reads this blog is more than aware, our sailing plans have not gone to plan for some time – but that has finally changed! See, as I write this I am serenaded by the gentle lapping of water against Avalon’s hull and the call of the migrating sea birds that call Pancake… Read More The First Two Weeks: Sailing from Mooloolaba to Pancake Creek
Fear is a funny thing, we all feel it, but rarely talk about it. It’s not popular or exciting to say that you are afraid, that you are anxious; instead, we are expected to hold it in, pretend we don’t feel it, put on a smile and tell the world everything’s fine – all while… Read More Anxiety at Sea
Avalon Spirit finally splashed (was put back in the water) exactly a week ago, on Tuesday September 6th. We had really, really hoped that it would be much, much sooner than this, but, as I’ve already said, that was not to be. Instead, we had a month of the purchase process and weeks on the… Read More Avalon Spirit’s First Passage
How old is too old for hostels? It’s an oft debated question and you’ll see a gamut of answers online, from those embracing the 60 something crowd to those who feel that shared accommodation is the purview of the fresh out of high school. Personally, I think staying in hostels is more a matter of… Read More Too Old for Hostels?
A rooster’s sharp caw breaks through my dreams and soon I am awake, mulling over how best to murder said rooster. I grumble as I squint my eyes in the early morning light, the sun hasn’t even risen yet. The rooster keeps at it. This rooster must be faulty, or sadistic, I decide as I… Read More Racing the Rain with Hari’s Horses on Ometepe Island, Nicaragua
In the old days traveling halfway around the world would take months, years even in the age before steam, the age of sail when fickle winds and tempestuous seas dictated the whims of adventures worldwide. Back then, you did not come and go from long distances, unless you were a sailor and even then few… Read More Travel Privilege: The Joys of Long Haul Flying
My journey with minimalism started the day I began packing for college. As I was extracting myself from my overstuffed walk in closest, flip phone lost amidst the clothes I never wore and macaroni art that six year old me was sure was ready for the Louvre, I came to a shocking realization – I… Read More The Goldfish Dilemma: The Challenge of Minimalism
Kane and I left the last house that we lived full time at in late October 2021. That means that for nine months we have been nomads, bouncing between family’s homes, friend’s homes, hotels, other people’s boats, and more. I say we are nomads, because this lifestyle is chosen, whereas the Australian government would actually… Read More Nine Months as Nomads
