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So, at the start of this whole let’s-travel-the-world-and-live-out-of-a-tiny-suitcase thing, I didn’t really give a lot of thought to what would actually go IN the damn suitcase. I figured I’d just throw some shit in there and it would be fine. As the date of my indefinite nomadism approached, I started to think that maybe I [...]
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There’s something so old-fashioned about long train trips. Sipping hot chocolate, head resting against the window, watching the landscape change from lakes to farms to trees with sunset-colored leaves, silently, as your mind explores itself in a way that’s only possible when you’re in motion. It took me 21 hours to get from Chicago to [...]
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I spent my last night in Chicago bar hopping around Wrigleyville. With seven guys. Me and seven guys. Seven guys from Portland, Chicago, Canada, England, and Australia. Guys with accents and dance moves and hilarious stories and the type of manners where they offer you their arm while walking down the street, because it’s the [...]
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In the past five days, I’ve woken up in three different places. A bed in Wicker Park, a pull out couch at The Standard Club, and a big leather sofa in Lakeview. My eyes open every morning and I’m all, “what time is it?” and “where the fuck am I?” Because being a couch-hoping nomad [...]
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I have a bright pink duffle bag that I use when I go on weekend trips. It’s the perfect bag really, big enough for all my shit, but small enough to still be considered a carry-on item and save me the fucking ridiculous minimum-$15-per-checked-bag fee. So this bag? it’s a good thing I’m such a [...]
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