What are you made of

When I created this blog, I intended to update it regularly and to post about my long holiday abroad. That didn’t happen because life is messy. I also enjoy reading other peoples’ blogs so spend time doing that instead of creating my own content.

So on September 1 of this year, I loaded up my Osprey backpack and flew to Germany. I was there for about 10 days and didn’t want to leave. I wanted to wash my clothes but didn’t want to come home to my cubicle. I missed my cat and wished that I had been able to share some of the experience with friends/family. Being alone in a country where I barely spoke the language (yes, most people speak English, but it isn’t the same) for almost two weeks was like jumping into the deep end of a really cold pool. It’s uncomfortable at first, but then you move around and swim some strokes and you’re okay. The minute you stop moving you realize you’re cold and you have to move again. That’s what this travel was like. If I stopped and looked around, I realized I needed more movement. I missed my cat, Sunday brunch with my mother, and texting rude photos to my sisters.

Travel is not about finding yourself. Travel is about peeling off a layer of comfort and finding what you’re made of. When you are faced with a stressful situation, your real self comes out and there’s no exterior mask that you can spend the energy to use to shield yourself.

It’s incredibly gratifying to be so vulnerable and raw and present.

Travel is about being present and learning. You wash away stereotypes that you’ve had about yourself (or others) and I think your heart grows another size larger (like The Grinch).

If more people traveled and saw people and cultures and places they had not been around before, it would be a more harmonious and less violent planet. Differences are beautiful and we should embrace them.

Having to pull myself back from a full meltdown in the DB office in Berlin so that I could use my broken German to speak to the woman who was setting up my rail pass… That was difficult. I think I need a medal for that. Seriously. Everyone there speaks better English than people in America and they’re tri or quadrilingual.

I’ve caught the travel bug. It’s why I was so reluctant to travel in the first place. I wanted to travel but was terrified of the enormous emotional void I would come back to when I returned home.

It was surreal to return. It felt less real than the ten days I was abroad. I can’t wait for more travel.

Next for me is Iceland in Autumn 2016, and then 2017 will be even more epic.

Peace love and plants




I’ve been reading about minimalism lately. It’s making me want to throw out nearly everything I own. The problem is that the things I haven’t tossed in the bin for Goodwill donations in the past few years are the things that are from a long time ago. Very few things I’ve acquired over the past five years have even made it past the maniacal many-bag clutter-my-entire-room-in-organized-piles purges of the past two years.

I want to live more minimally. I don’t like clutter, and yet habits from my childhood of being a packrat still surface from time to time. This is a part of myself I have accepted but don’t particularly care for.

I’ve purged my life of unnecessary relationships with people, unnecessary clothes, books, etc but I still want my space to reflect more of who I want to be than has actually occurred.

So, in less than two weeks when I go minimal with my packing (everything for 2 weeks in a 40 liter pack) for my first overseas adventure, I will be manifesting more of the person that I want to become, and that is a win in my book.

What are some ways that you, dear and probably lone reader, have invoked minimalism in your life for the gain of mental clarity or otherwise? Please comment! ❤

Peace love and plants



I’ve developed a rather odd habit. Every time I see a fig tree, I start looking for fruit. I have this bizarre need to forage for figs and I’m not entirely sure what that’s about, but I think it’s a combination between the following:

  1. I don’t want to pay $6-8/lb for fresh figs
  2. Foraging is like a an edible treasure hunt
  3. Figs are my second or third favorite sweet fruit (avocado is a fruit, hence my specification)

In less than three weeks I will be on my first trip overseas and I am hoping to see some wild food to forage in the alps. Perhaps I should get some sort of guide to edible plant species.

I’d like for this humble blog to turn into something more than the insane ramblings of broke-ass vegan. That could be the name of the blog when I actually begin traveling more: Broke-Ass Vegan Travels.

Looking forward to being a dirty hippie for a few weeks in a country where I barely speak the language.

Peace love and plants


Hello internet!

Eat, run, rest- repeat. This has been the structure of my life for the past year and now I’m adding travel to that arrangement. I’m a foodie, hippie, yogi, runner, nerd, dreamer, and nature lover with a serious case of wanderlust.

I am starting this blog to capture my world. The food, trails, and destinations that I can catalog my life with as a twenty-something woman stuck in a cubicle 40 hours a week.

So hold on to your butts and I hope you enjoy my waffling poetic about how much I love scones and the dragonflies I saw on my trail run yesterday.

Follow me on Instagram @kaleandcoconut

Peace love and plants.