There’s a part of traveling that people don’t talk about: perhaps the hardest part. Yes, we live in a global society where words like “travel” and “wanderlust” and sayings like “not all those who wander are lost” are thrown about so much they have become cringe-worthy clichés.
Living with Needle Butt is both and blessing and a curse. It’s mid-morning, late-March and the early spring sun is wavering behind scattered clouds, shifting the light in my living room between shade and sunlight. My hands are shaking. I just typed in my credit card details and, after hovering my mouse arrow over the large bright blue […]