She sat on the sidewalk. Silent. A simple cardboard sign laid at her feet read “Hungry. Need help please.” As we waited to cross the street, I knelt down next to her.
Greetings from New York City! I am here as the volunteer box office manager for a new theatre production company’s first show. (More about them in a future post- I promise!)
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Although I had already completed my mission of performing volunteer work in Oregon (at the Spring Beer and Wine Fest), I found myself with some extra time in Portland. I decided to spend more time volunteering, and came across a FANTASTIC site for finding volunteer opportunities: HandsOnPortland. While browsing through the site, I came across a listing on their Projects Page for the The Children’s Book Bank. I was immediately intrigued. Not only have I…
Since I began planning this road trip to volunteer in every state, people have suggested that I begin a crowd-funding campaign. I have never been a fan of the idea, simply because I can’t seem to justify a reason for it in my head. I know people want to be supportive – and I am soooo appreciative of their kindness. But I would rather there be some sort of give and take in exchange. (Hence…
(The following is an entry from my travel journal, dated January 1, 2015. 12:30AM – Phoenix, AZ) Last year I remember making two promises to myself regarding this year’s New Year’s Eve. No matter what, 1) I won’t be in Ohio and 2) I will be somewhere warm. Well – one of two wasn’t bad.
Here I sit, five months into my road trip across the country. At once it seems I left so very long ago, and just yesterday. Time is funny on the road. I find it difficult to keep track of the days of the week when I am not on a set schedule. My seasons change multiple times, back and forth, as I drive across states: from fall to summer, summer to winter, back to fall,…
Well- I’ve done it. Everything I own is packed away. I’ve left a job I absolutely love and people I adore and admire and love. My car is loaded and I’ve hit the road. It is at once exhilarating and frightening.
“You can do anything you want, but you can’t do everything that you want.” Think about that a minute. I’ve been thinking about that sentiment for years now, although probably not as succinctly and articulately as it is stated above. There seemed to be this invisible weight of obligation in knowing I can do anything that I want. Through many major life changes a few years ago, I realized that I could live anywhere I…