Springfield MO US
One thing I came to appreciate during my walk along Hadrian's Wall was public sidewalks. Springfield lacks them even on major, busy roads. It feels like you’re playing Frogger at times.
This little corner of my website is where I collect things from the everyday goings-on in my life. It’s a chronicle, exhibit, and junk-drawer all at once. I have not had a social media profile in quite a few years now, so this part of my website fills a similiar purpose to what those places did for me in years past.
One thing I came to appreciate during my walk along Hadrian's Wall was public sidewalks. Springfield lacks them even on major, busy roads. It feels like you’re playing Frogger at times.
I spent the rest of my day honing the atlas articles and revisiting old ideas and trips. I had a lot of fun reminiscing about my trip to Tanzania in 2014.
The 2 a.m. wake-up… this is where the jet lag always gets me.
It’s been a busy first day back so far. I’m already feeling ready for bed, and it’s only 1 p.m.!
That flight went by faster than any other international flight I’ve been on because I hacked on a natural language parser for about five hours of it.
Goodbye for now, Amsterdam.
I’m not quite ready to head back to Missouri yet.
Cacaoccino! I didn’t realize technology like this existed.
This is my first time exploring the parts of this country outside of Amsterdam.
I haven’t been to a carnival in years, and now I find myself at one here in the Netherlands.
Connecting with old friends while far away. I’m not sure why I’m able to be much more social when away from home.
After a jet-lag-induced slow morning, I’m finally out for a walk around the city. When I was here in the past, I’d not spent much time in this part of the city, but since my last trip here I feel like I’ve gotten to know this neighborhood a little bit.
I arrived with a sore back and heavy eyes.
I’m en route to Amsterdam.
This airport is such a great one to leave from. I was through security in less than three minutes.
There’s a franticness to leaving home this time that usually isn’t present for me when I travel. There’s got to be something I’m forgetting.
The house is starting to fill up with small piles of things to pack… cords, books, gifts, clothes, etc. Travel is looming, and I’m excited.
A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of quiet introspection.