Tag: change

June 5 , 2016 – Hungry Horse, Montana

Traveling always seems to bring me down. Not in a bad way, but more like a “I wish I could afford to do this all the time” way. I recently returned from Seattle, where I visited an old …

End: Year One, Lutsen, Minnesota

Reflections: 2015. The most challenging and rewarding year of my life thus far. The world has opened up to me in a way in which I never knew was possible. Or possibly, I never knew which way to …

November 3, 2015 – Lutsen, Minnesota

Change is hard. Even for me. This time is different though. Different in a way that’s much too familiar. Too easy. Due to that, I can sense a level of depression building inside. I attribute this feeling to …

October 5, 2015 – Finland, Minnesota

I can’t believe people do this. I’m being chauffeured up the most ridiculous “road” I’ve ever encountered – an old logging road that hasn’t been maintained in years. My driver is a friend of my new hosts; he …

July 4, 2015 – Crosslake, Minnesota

It’s moments like these that can make a man question everything. Syr is laying on the dock next to her uncle Theo (Mari’s brother), watching the fireworks exploding all around the lake. Mari is there, along with her …

July 2, 2015 – Crosslake, Minnesota

Better the devil you know… …or is it? I’m fully enthralled in conversation between Dallin, Kaia, and myself. We’ve taken a slight break from a lazy afternoon boating on the surrounding lakes. Cocktails flowing, we get into a …

June 27, 2015 – Crosslake, Minnesota

Finally. My first “napkin number” as a server. It’s sad to admit, but yeah, it just now happened. I’m 29, and I’ve been in the industry off and on for about ten years. Must be the arm hair. …

January 28, 2015 – St. Paul, Minnesota

“It’s nice to see a parent that takes the time to play with their child.” I smile and say, “Thank you,” to the kind stranger paying me such a compliment as I’m watching Syr play at a nearby …

January 5, 2015 – St. Paul, Minnesota

Knock, knock, knock. My hands tremble slightly as my heart rate heightens. I’m at the door of my first host, and my mind is restless. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can see her through the door; …