Sunday, April 25, 2010

Letting Go

As I excepted, my travel/life plans have changed drastically in the sense of specifics but have maintained the overall focus of finding happiness in travel and not getting too attached to one physical place or concept. A sudden twist of fate occurred in late August of 2009. I broke my leg pretty badly in one of my collegiate soccer games which put an obvious damper on my plans. There are two reasons for this.



One: I have been playing soccer since before kindergarden and somehow ending a physical and emotional commitment in an unexpected and traumatic instant such as that did not settle well in my mind. I decided to do the necessary surgery and rehab in hopes of coming back and play at least one more full season. Don't worry, I realize this sounds crazy.


Two: Aside from being uncertain as to whether or not I would have been physically able to travel alone to Italy to work, I took the event as a sign that maybe, just maybe, the Au Pair path that I had previously planned might not be right. I am a firm believer that things happen for a reason even if that reason is not visible right away.


Both of these reasons have recently been validated in my mind. Since healing fully I have had three stories published in various literary journals, received the opportunity to intern with the fabulous Gypset (the initial inspiration for this blog), and been accepted to study abroad at an arts university in greece a year from

now. Not to mention I have rekindled my love for playing soccer, I no longer focus on the politics, but have returned to the basics and find myself loving to play as I did when my dad had to double-knot my cleats.The most significant effect th

ough, was the somewhat backwards way that the physical healing process led my father and I to mend our flawed relationship. We returned to a common plane of laughter and enjoying each other's company.


In fewer words the entire concept of remaining unattached to the outcome has been tested. Letting go of the idea of packing my things and moving to Italy has left room for the unfolding of many delightful events.



Monday, April 5, 2010

test run!

http://www.travelandleisure.com/slideshows/worlds-best-treehouse-hotels/8

I found this article last night, titled the "World's Best Treehouse Hotels"! Perfect, I can test run a couple different ones before building my own. I think this concept is really going pick up steam in the coming years.


Sunday, April 4, 2010

Using childhood inspiration as a "mature" adult...



I highly doubt that I was the only child who woke up most mornings fantasizing about building an alternate residence; something off of the ground, under the table, or in a box. More often than not, my vision included a fabulously lavish living quarters sitting 15 feet off of the ground in the branches of a sprawling and healthy oak tree. I can remember multiple attempts to solidify this dream using spare pieces of splintery wood found in the garage or the neighbor's yard, nails that were far too long, and an awkwardly heavy hammer. This usually resulted in scraped knees and an explantation to my mother opposed to an adventurous sleeping quarters, spy house, or hide-out.

I have recently discovered that above all else, my ultimate goal in life, the motivation behind every step I take, is to build myself a tree house. The location is yet to be determined, that will require extensive experience in foreign land, knowledge of geographical weather tendencies, and a detailed blueprint illustrating every childhood desire.


My mother recently showed me a source of wonderful inspiration for this project, something we now refer to as "the honeybee house", located in the high desert in central Mexico. I know very little about the man who built it and is now living there, but I fell in love with the style of this home and its simple presence in such a stunning natural environment. This house, and many others will serve as inspiration as I plan my own childhood getaway.

Why don't we take the ideas of children more seriously?