Journal Journey posts come from real life experiences and actual journal entries. My passion for journaling verges on the obsessive. If I have a very thin filter online, imagine what I write when no one looking. In Journal Journeys, I will share my #nofilter perspective through real journal entries. From seeing the streets of Buenos Aires through my eyes to an insider’s perspective on depression, each entry will put you in the writer's head for a first person play by play. Journey Journals content may be taken from any time or place in my life.
Monday, Summer, Age – Late 20s Social Anxiety and Racing Thoughts… I’m at the park again. I sit, hunched over my coverless journal. I ripped the front and back off in a drunken fit of rage and panic. The parrots, or maybe they’re parakeets, are squawking in their communal homes, high in the trees. Today
Thursday, Summertime, Age – 26 Anxiety… I have the kind of fatigue normally attributed to all night study sessions or marathon training. Not the way you’re supposed to feel mere hours after waking up. I can’t get myself to do the things that I know I need to do and the things that I want
Wednesday, Autumn 2006, Age – 20 Depressed in college… Woke up today and depression weaseled its way in. Ever lurking in the shadows. I don’t even know how it got here. I’m still feeling it. It’s a pulsating lackluster orb that stretches to fill in the spaces in me. Usually it hangs around the pit
Wednesday, Undisclosed Date, Age – Late 28 Depression… Window’s open. I can’t bring myself to pull the blind up all the way. It bangs loudly against the metal frame with every burst of air. I feel a strange up and down in my emotions. One moment I feel excited and ready to try something new,
Monday, Undisclosed Date, Age: late 20s I am depressed… How do you avoid losing everything? Don’t let yourself have anything to begin with. Sometimes I get these ideas of grandiose plans. Nothing big, but just like a surprise or a last minute spur of the moment thing to do. For someone else that idea is
Colonia del Sacramento in Uruguay is one of my favorite places. It moves at a pace more familiar to me than the rushed anxiety of Buenos Aires. For a country girl like myself, it’s a much needed sanctuary from the never ending commotion of the city.
I look to my left, down the tracks. The television hanging from the ceiling blares the latest news in Spanish. I can’t make out the words, all I hear is the train hurdling towards the platform.
March 2014 Buenos Aires to Tilcara This is Part II of my experience on an epic Argentine Road Trip. To read Part I click here. The journey lasted hours on end. Night fell and I dozed in and out of a fitful sleep. Potholes, honking horns, and sudden high speeds would jolt me awake. Cold
This past week I was gone in the Andean Northwest in Argentina. Along with my boyfriend and two of our amigos, I experienced an intense Carnaval under Tilcara’s bright sun, saw Incan ruins, ate llama, camped in the cold Andes, and viewed the Hill of Seven Colors. There is much to tell, to start off
Dear Uncle Andy, Do you remember the time machine? I wish I knew how to work it. I’d go get you if I did, but you were the captain and I never learned the controls. I painted a picture of you. Actually, I painted three. One for my mom and one for your mom. I
August 2006, Ireland, Age 19 We all have those moments when you are walking along and notice something relatively insignificant, like a blossoming lily, and wonder if later we will be able to remember the way the brilliant hues bounced off the petals. Do you ever squeeze your eyes shut and try to capture a
Driving Cross Country From a Twelve-Year-Old’s Perspective Thought I’d throw it way back for a travel blog this Thursday, so I pulled out my journal from the summer of 1999 when my family moved from Oregon to Vermont. We drove across the country in our Jeep Cherokee in five days. One of my favorite things
Summer 2007, Himalayas, India “Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.” [Dr. Seuss] I am passionate about traveling and I could not imagine my life without it. It is my passion in life, to explore the world. It is not always easy though. Today I’m posting a
Flashback to Living at a Tibetan Nunnery in the Himalayas Summer 2007, Himalayas, India Spiti Valley in Himachal Pradesh, India is a place few people ever see. It’s part of the least populated district in India. Situated at over twelve thousand feet above sea level, the valley is only accessible a few months out of