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Author: becomingwaldo
Originally from a small, cozy town in south Georgia, I currently live north of Atlanta as a starving artist on the side with a pseudo adult career that is ever-changing. As a result of my heritage, I find shoes oppressing and pickles a delicacy. I'm country, plain and simple. But despite my slow drawl and bewildered smile, I'm an unyielding adventurer unable to settle, with one bag packed and five fingers always on the doorknob.
I currently have a job that allows me to enjoy two full months off every summer. In true generation Y- youthful dreamer fashion, I decided to cash in my savings and buy a plane ticket to Europe. With a few bucks in my pocket and a couchsurfing profile, I'll be wandering solo for 10 weeks, in search of strangers with welcoming arms and restaurants with "work for food" signs taped to the back door. If need be, I'll build a tambourine made of spoons and twine and join the local bands for spare change.
Join me in my attempts to merge with the crowds, lose myself in new cultures, and find my evolving identity in a world desperate to be explored. I won't be wearing a red scarf, but I will have a conspicuous red backpack and a Waldo-esque sense of adventure. Follow me through the chaos!
Shopping in India: Velvet lives again.
Generally speaking, I’m not exactly fond of shopping. That’s not to say that I don’t enjoy slipping on a new pair of Ked’s just as much as… Read more “Shopping in India: Velvet lives again.”
The Eastern World: no longer in Kansas, apparently.
Before I start posting my final accounts of the incredible India, I feel I must address the many of you who have recently written to kindly remind… Read more “The Eastern World: no longer in Kansas, apparently.”
India: The Taj Mahal and a Mischievous Camel.
Landing in Delhi was the definition of surreal. While in this exact moment, as our hired driver slams the brakes to avoid smashing a suicidal J-walking monkey,… Read more “India: The Taj Mahal and a Mischievous Camel.”
The Altamaha Part II: The quaint life of a Riverbilly, and why the South will always be home.
Over the past 5 years I’ve tried to embrace the theory that “home is where I hang my hat.” I left my hometown when I was 16… Read more “The Altamaha Part II: The quaint life of a Riverbilly, and why the South will always be home.”
The Altamaha River: A Southerner’s Paradise.
Exactly one year ago today, I was smudging my greasy fingers along the touchpad keyboard of a smartphone, seated in a beer garden in Northern Germany composing… Read more “The Altamaha River: A Southerner’s Paradise.”
Viva Las Vegas!
Inhibitions were abandoned somewhere between margaritas on the pleasantly curved hip of carousel 19B and the sunroof of a German Olympian occupied limousine. Heels were clicked, legs… Read more “Viva Las Vegas!”
Vail, Colorado: Never Never Land.
You know that scene in Peter Pan when Wendy is begging Peter to tell her about his home, then he flutters his elfin toes and breaks into… Read more “Vail, Colorado: Never Never Land.”
Portlandia: Plaid, Beer and Lovehandles.
After two solid months of work, monotony and dieting, I was more than eager to scurry through the Atlanta airport two weeks ago en route to the… Read more “Portlandia: Plaid, Beer and Lovehandles.”
Life after Europe: A bittersweet reality.
After ten glorious weeks of binge eating, power napping and cheek kissing, I now find myself overwhelmed with exhaustion and shockingly content with routine. I started work… Read more “Life after Europe: A bittersweet reality.”
Becoming Waldo 