The Hardest Part

My favourite kinds of questions are the ones I don’t know the answers to. The ones that catch me off guard and make me think. I was asked one the other day: “What has been the hardest part since coming back from Mongolia?” (Re-entry) I wasn’t sure. I think my transition back to North American…

Honesty

It is five a.m. I am awake. I am not drinking coffee and I want to be. I am so not okay with this situation on so many levels. In 6 sleeps we board an airplane bound for Canada, and in all honesty the drive to the airport cannot come soon enough. ¬†After a week…