humanity
If nothing else, travel opens your eyes to the colorful quilt that is humankind.
Coming To Australia
Do you ever wake up a bit exhausted, even after a lengthy night’s sleep? You move over to the edge of the bed and sit there a while? Do you begin reliving the past days, months and years, accepting that surely today would be just like another day in the past few years. Why would it be any different? You’re not different, so what would make this day any different to all the other days. You haven’t done anything differently. You make the same choices each day, the poor ones. You always go for what is easier or quicker. Whatever brings you comfort, whatever makes you forget temporarily that this is your reality!!! Whatever will make you feel good, that’s where its all at. Except that it is momentary. Well maybe the challenge is to make it last longer… Should you even bother leaving the room today? Do you wish you had a copy of yourself, someone to go through the day for you? Why would today be any different? Why does today deserve your attention, your presence? What is today even?? Follow the story and you will see how I got here and how I got out…
By Tawonga Manzini4 years ago in Wander
How volunteering abroad damages communities and cultures
The grass, scorched and scratchy stems pricked the skin on my legs as I sat in the African red dust. The children on either side of me were holding my hands, their eyes wide in fascination as they traced their fingers up and down the blue and purple veins in my wrist. They poked every freckle, pinched my fingernails.
By Elle White 4 years ago in Wander
Coming 2 Vegas
“Welcome to the Vegas team Ashley. We’re excited to have you,” were the words that still resonate with me as I drove down i85 headed home. It was real. I was really moving from a state/city I adored to somewhere west of Texas… I mean, I’d been to Vegas before, pre 21 yrs of age (so basically pre-life) but only to Circus Circus, Hoover Dam and Grand Canyon. Don’t get me wrong – it was OK…but nothing that I would have electively chosen. I’d also flown to Vegas for the interview less than a week prior to getting that call but flew back to Atlanta within 24 hours after interviewing and I didn’t even visit The Strip. “Awesome!” I heard my voice say… “I’ll see you in Las Vegas!”
By Ashley Moore4 years ago in Wander
Becoming a Fishermen
Let me begin by saying that I'm not going to preach my Christian values or ideas in this story. This is merely how I learned to fish out in the ocean, or rather not to fish; on a nearly deserted island in Thailand? Sound interesting? Did I get a hook?
By Tucker Barsketis5 years ago in Wander