Author: Violeta

I love to travel. I enjoy adventure and novelty in my life. Yet to this day I have mixed feeling everytime I embark on new trips.

In retrospective things make sense. I evaluate and see clearly. But writing on the go, processing present events, actions, feeling, this blog makes me feel a lot more vulnerable. I share as I go and at times it feels lame, un-chiseled, incomplete.

When do we learn to listen once and then compute?

I witness despair, cynicism, brokenness masked by a millimeter thin layer of cheer. The more noise the less substance.

“Workforce: the people engaged in or available for work, either in a country or area or in a particular company or industry.”

I woke up with this thought: that sometimes we ought to save our kids from our overprotective-selves.

Hours. 200 hours worked on vacation. We hike on every free day, everything is packed solid with fresh air, blue sky, ocean and family. It’s a perfect trip. We followed our heart and it turned out wonderful.

There is a parenting technique that Conrad and I don’t agree on.

I don’t know when kids learn about gratitude, but I am determined to help Jaclyn understand it, even if it’s ahead of her age.

A while back I started a post about jealousy. I don’t think I posted it. It was actually about trying to live discreetly as to not incite envy. As for harboring said feeling on our own… each with his own burden.

When we uprooted and moved, we had this utopian dream that we could live in both places. Many international couples have said this. It’s the quintessential dream. But it’s easier said than done.

I want you here, I want you present and available… but when you are here I have my own priorities.