The Amish Stinkeye, Hobbit Habits, and Why I Love Geography
This is where I ultimately decide I could not be Amish; I simply love travel and experiences too much.
This is where I ultimately decide I could not be Amish; I simply love travel and experiences too much.
As it turns out, bad habits don’t evaporate just because there’s nobody around to witness them.
Will Montei made me feel infinitely better about moving to college and leaving everyone behind, simply because no matter how sad and alone I felt, at least I wasn’t him.
“Chillermania,” I whispered to myself with reverence. “The World Headquarters.” My heart leapt with excitement.
I know which cashier is the fastest, which one is the nicest, and which one packs my reusable grocery bags like her own personal Tetris championship.
The timeline suggests Potterville is overdue for another disaster. The Potterville Curse is alive and well.
And so here I am, standing still in the eye of a hurricane, the confluence of these memories, documents, and moments of déjà vu swirling every which way.
On Thursday, February 16, production came to a grinding halt at the greenhouse because most of my coworkers took a personal day for the nationwide protest, “A Day Without Immigrants.”
Étienne Brûlé sat down for his quarterly review in a loincloth and moccasins, chuckling to himself in Algonquin about the foolishness of imperialism.
Spend the next four years, and hopefully not eight, dear God hopefully not eight, fighting for those wild and important places.