Second chances and changing taste buds

I don’t quite know when the switch was, but at one point, I switched from being a 150% Type A personality to a “recovering” Type A personality as I like to call myself… Continue reading

Somehow it all works

The beautiful thing about this crazy life is that somehow it all works out just exactly how it is supposed to be.  I don’t know how, and I don’t think I ever will.… Continue reading

2 + 2 != 4

Sometimes I just don’t see how certain things add up. Maybe it’s the engineer in me, maybe it’s that German heritage coming through. There are a few things I’ve seen here in France… Continue reading

There’s a reason why the first guy didn’t make it

There’s nothing quite like going from running for the first time in May after seven months of injuries to running my first marathon six months later. I can’t say I would recommend the… Continue reading

If you didn’t travel for the food, did you really travel at all?

If a picture is worth a thousand words, then this is the longest post yet about my recent adventure to Nice, Monte Carlo, and Antibes during the “Vacances de la Toussaint.” Une chose… Continue reading

A day of rest

Rest is probably one of my least favorite words. It’s not something I like to add to my Google calendar. Although I’m slowly learning to appreciate rest, it’s still not quite something I… Continue reading

What’s the worst thing that can happen?

No, really, what’s the worst thing that can happen in your life? But actually, what is something that you don’t think you could recover from if it happened? I’ve learned it’s all relative.… Continue reading

High standards, low expectations, and a weekend at Oktoberfest

“High standards, low expectations” I’ve been saying this for years trying to convince myself that I understood what it meant. It’s my go-to phrase for a lot of situations in life (ok maybe… Continue reading

Finding the familiar

Even in a new country, a new school,  and a new city,  there’s something that keeps driving me back to the familiar, to what I know.  No,  it’s not homesickness (can you be… Continue reading

Rentrée scolaire

It’s a crazy, beautiful life when the beginning of the lasts– the last first day of class– happens in France. I didn’t actually realize that until now because my mind has been analyzing… Continue reading