As I mentioned in my previous post, I feel like I’m not travelling nearly enough. In fact, I believe that I’ve spent more consecutive time in Guelph in the last two months than I have in the past three or four years, and that feels so very weird to me. It probably comes as no…
Visiting Guelph is fun. Yes, I know I live here, but given that I seem to spend more time away (that’s not a complaint for someone who is constantly wanderlusting), it really does feel that most of my time in Guelph is visiting.
When I stepped out of the plane last Wednesday, I took a moment to enjoy the fact that I was back in Rigolet. The air, crisp and cold, felt good on my skin.
After spending an entire day working from Jungle Jim’s in Happy Valley-Goose Bay, Nic, Jason, Frazer, and I awoke way too early this morning to make our way to the airport to catch the flight that would deliver us to Rigolet. This would be my first time back to the community since August of 2018….
In less than 48 hours, I’ll be heading to the airport with Nic as we make our way back to Rigolet. That’s right, folks. I’m ditching our lovely Ontario winter weather to head north for a slightly chillier, and definitely snowier adventure.
It has been well over a month since I boarded a plane. While this might be considered a sure sign of the apocalypse, please rest assured that this lapse in vertical gain will soon be corrected.
Now that 2018 has been filed away under things of the past, it’s time to look to the future and what it could be. More specifically, it’s time for me to write down the things I want to achieve before the clock ushers in yet another new year.
Considering everything that has dominated the headlines around the world this year, one might best describe 2018 as a glorious dumpster fire fueled by the antics of an orange bloviating toddler and those who would emulate his example (or at least be emboldened by it). And yet, despite all of the awful things we’ve read…
One of the things that I wanted to accomplish this year was to read more for fun. In the past, a slow year would have seen me consuming a novel a week. I devoured books. And then I suddenly didn’t.
Around this time of year, I typically download my top nine photos from Instagram. While the top nine don’t necessarily align as my favourite photos of the year, they are those that were liked the most often by people who follow my Instagram feed.
I don’t know why, but I still can’t seem to wrap my head around the idea that it’s December. I swear it was only September a few days ago. Alas, here we are with Santa set to make his annual appearance in a little less than three weeks.
Although my sabbatical is only three months old, I can confidently state that sabbaticals are awesome. As I’ve discussed in at least one of my previous posts, the time away from teaching and administrative tasks has been exactly the type of break that I’ve needed.
If you are following me on the Twitters or any of the other various social media that I frequent, you’ll probably already know that yesterday was a rather not so ordinary day. After flying to Vancouver Thursday night, Nic and I were up early Friday morning to head to Maple Ridge.
On Wednesday afternoon, Nic and I boarded our 16th and eleventy-billionth flights of the year, respectively. This time we were flying to St. John’s for the People, Place, and Public Engagement conference.
Nic and I made our way to the airport on Tuesday to begin our long journey back home. After a week in Taipei at the g0v Summit, I can honestly say that I wish I had more time to explore the city and the country. I guess I’ll just have to make another trip back…