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We Bought Plane Tickets!!

We bought plane tickets! The last time I was in New Zealand, I was 13. I traveled with my brother and my Mom (Mum) from Hawaii on an Air Force space available flight, and we landed in Christchurch. Then we spanned the whole country between Queenstown and Auckland at least twice over three weeks. We also got amazingly ill and had to high tail out on a commercial flight back to Hawaii. Over 20 years later, Anna and I are going! The certainty of travel planning Continue reading →

A New Not a Pedestrian Life Adventure! Time to go down under!

This summer was an absolute blast – so much traveling around and in the US, for both of us – although obviously I traveled even more than Dwight, with the Not a Pedestrian Life American Identity Tour taking me to 29 states in 29 days! We’ve also been waiting for my permanent Green Card to arrive – which was what prevented us from heading to South Africa for the Two Oceans Marathon earlier this year. But, we’re almost there! And we are hoping that the Continue reading →

New Dreams. New Adventures

New Dreams. New Adventures. It began on a rare long weekend. One where we enjoyed sleeping extra. And ate home cooked meals. And wine tasted at our kitchen table. And dreamed. Together. Before we even met I had dreamed about an adventure that would take me from Scotland to Australia. I dreamed and planned, and explored, and read. It then became a plan for a trip from Australia to Scotland when I ended up back living in Australia. And international events caused some of the Continue reading →

Time to sift memories: an archaeological dig of your own life

It was time to sift memories. Have you ever stored away parts of your life for years on end? Have you ever had the chance to go through, to search, and to sift through the memories? Had a chance to let go or rejoiced in the opportunity to rid yourself or set fire to parts of your life long since over? Conducting an archeological dig of your own former life is strange. Earlier this year, I had a chance to do just that. I cleaned Continue reading →

The Murphy’s Law of International Removals

Some days don’t turn out anything like you imagine or hope. I had imagined ending the day with a feeling of relief washing over me, and a nice glass of chilled Sauvignon blanc in my hand. But it didn’t end up like that. Oh, no, in the land of international removals, it seems like it is par for the course. This is what my patio looked like earlier today. I had hoped it wouldn’t look like that this evening. But, that was not to be! Continue reading →

Transitions

tran·si·tion noun \tran(t)-ˈsi-shən, tran-ˈzi-, chiefly British tran(t)-ˈsi-zhən\ : a change from one state or condition to another : passage from one state, stage, subject, or place to another : a movement, development, or evolution from one form, stage, or style to another : a musical modulation : a musical passage leading from one section of a piece to another : an abrupt change in energy state or level (as of an atomic nucleus or a molecule) usually accompanied by loss or gain of a single Continue reading →

Ready for this: to love someone else

To love someone else: I’m just learning what it really means. Day in & day out. Separated by 1000’s of miles or by the sheets and extra covers my small little self needs to stay warm: the learning is a process. Being content – being away from each other – is harder than I ever could have expected. And that’s saying something given how much time we’ve had at a distance already. The thunder rolls. I normally find this comforting. But not tonight. Tonight, I Continue reading →

The things you notice running with jetlag

I am back in Australia, back at work, jetlagged, and missing my husband of just a month intensely. I went for a walk to the beach at 5:30am this morning. Jetlag has its mixed blessings:waking up before dawn is one of the upsides. I ran, or tried to. Running with jetlag is one activity I do not relish. The first couple of runs while jetlagged are all kinds of uncomfortable. My body cries out. My chest feels like it is going to explode. My feet Continue reading →

Call me a nomad

Hi there, welcome, call me a nomad! I’m presently on my honeymoon! With everything happening with OverlandfromOz, I thought it best to have some posts that still have currency from www.goannatree.com reposted here in the new forum! I’d love your thoughts and comments! __________________________ Call me a nomad. I’ve spent many many many hours of my life sitting in airport lounges. I’ve even had to sleep in one or two. I’ve been delayed because of tornadoes, cyclones, dust-storms, the American president (one memorable afternoon in Continue reading →