As I’ve done for the past few years, I’ve had an online tool quickly determine the nine photos that I posted to the Instagrams that were the most liked. While the photos tell an interesting story, they really don’t capture much of what happened during the year.
It seems that while travel was still a major component of my life in 2019, I was shockingly domestic. That is, I seem to have spent a significant amount of my year (and money) dealing with home improvements. Who have I become?
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.
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…
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.
Tomorrow I’m off to Ottawa on my last (I think) work related trip of the year. Unlike almost all other trips this year, this one will be relatively close to home and thus will not require a flight. I know, I’m as shocked as you are.
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.
After a late departure from St. John’s and a rather adventurous tour-of-Guelph courtesy of a packed Red Car van, I finally crossed the threshold of my home-sweet-home around 7:30 pm Sunday night. A mix of hungry and tired, I opted for some takeout after a quick shower and before falling unceremoniously into bed.
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.
In just under a week I’ll be boarding yet another series of shiny metal lawn darts, as my next round of travel kicks off. While my plans have been modified because of a need to be in the Vancouver area in early November, I will nevertheless be bouncing all over the place – at least…
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…