I'm Tara.

I'm just a silly little girl who likes to go places and tell her silly little stories.

SLK documents the adventures I've had across 5 continents & who I've become on my journeys. 

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2 months {+ 2 days}

2 months {+ 2 days}

I just got back from a long weekend in Nashville, Tennesse. I found my appetite that's been missing for the last few weeks and laughed with this snort/giggle-type thing I do when I am around people I love in a place I can't get enough of. Nashville remains one of my absolute top picks for places in the Southeast United States and I'll be writing about it in posts to come. Until then, how about a life post, yeah? 

I've felt myself in a hard to describe brain-split lately. I continue to feel incredibly positive about all this year holds, while also sort of like I'm in a line at the DMV as decisions regarding my future plans are still pending paperwork and certificates and things of the un-fun nature. And it's a strange thing, feeling both of those ways at once. 

On one side, I miraculously landed a great-paying job covering someone's maternity leave. It's a position that lasts just long enough for that all-important paperwork to be stamped and sealed. Fingers crossed, aye? I feel lucky for more than a few reasons. I'm saving money, exploring new and old places, and I've gotten back into a regular gym routine {something that I attempted and failed miserably at in Laos unless Luke or Dora acted as accountability buddies}. Top it all off with landing some sponsors I feel more than a little lucky for a tiny blog like mine to snag, and you could easily say I've felt refreshed and refocused over the last two months {and two days} since arriving back on U.S. soil. 

The other side of my brain feels a little moo-y. For those of you who did not live at Ruahine or in Remuera with me, 'moo-y' is a feeling I get once in a grand while when anxiety controls my self-talk. I once laid in bed next to my favourite person and 'moo-ed' like an actual cow and then hid myself under the duvet until he made me laugh and realized how ridiculous and obnoxious I was being just because I was tired and I didn't feel in that moment like I was operating at 100%. 

I've had to turn down a few wonderful {and gracious} job offers that weren't quite right for me. I haven't been back to New Zealand {home} in a year and three months {not that I'm homesick or anything...}. I sometimes think about my girls back in Laos and miss Luke dancing in the hallways of the house. I can't figure out what the hell to do with my hair. And then I just feel like an asshole {moo} for complaining when my life is a damn good one. I don't know how I could ever 'moo' about things as ridiculous as imperfect job opportunities or my untamed hair??! 

It's been a very full-on two months {and two days}. I'm sure I made them full-on to keep my ever-active brain stimulated, always moving towards goals on my list or dreams I lie awake at night visualizing. It's also been two months {and two days} of getting shit done to make those visualizations a reality, something I tend to hit out of the park. I can't wait for upcoming travels and for news to arrive soon {come on mail pigeon!!} regarding where I'll be landing more permanently.

Until then, happy 62-day anniversary to me! 

brunch guide // Charlotte

brunch guide // Charlotte

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