Japan, Travel, Uncategorized, Writing

Resfeber. 

Today I was looking through some older pages of my notebook and found this entry from before I left for Japan. It seems like just yesterday I was driving to the airport with my stomach in knots and my heart a mess of anxious anticipation because it was finally starting to sink in that I was about to see my best friend for the first time in almost a year. Travel seems to go in a particular cycle for me. By this I mean: 

Several months before trip: block trip out of my mind so I won’t go crazy with longing to pack my bags 93 days before actual trip. 

One month before trip: go psycho CRAZY with to-do lists, Pinterest travel tips, planning destination specific outfits (most likely 36 whole interchangeable outfits for a 7 day trip), and worrying that my bag will be too heavy but WHO CARES I’M GOING ON AN ADVENTURE! 

One week-One day before trip: have a major crisis. No really, last time I locked myself out of my apartment the night before a 5am flight with nothing packed and couldn’t get back in until 2 in the morning, (Helllllooo, Starbucks! Even though all my Pinterest lists say this is a no no for airplane travel…shhhh.) Well folks, the major crisis before this trip was…that’s right, a ROOT CANAL. Blech. Add to this the fact that our apartment lease happened to be up while I was going to be out of the country, so I had to pack up and move my entire house the weekend before the trip. So, root canal Thursday. Moving house, Friday-Sunday. Flying out, 7am Monday morning. 

Wee hours of the early morning on The Day of trip: wake up, or at least have my eyes open at the wee crack of dawn, because who wouldn’t schedule an extremely early morning flight? No sleep for the anxious traveller! Mum always drives me to the airport where I tell her about 19 times that I’ll miss everyone and please please please give all the kids and dad one more hug from me because let’s face it, even though I can’t imagine that I could love traveling any more than I actually do, I always always ALWAYS miss my family. 

And then I’m stumbling with my overly packed luggage and trying to decide why it was a good idea to wear my hat for a day of 30+ traveling hours (actually it did save me from my flight hair, fist pump!) Those cute little butterflies that are so adorable when you’re in love but not so much when you’re at the airline gate and your knees won’t stop bouncing up and down and you’re checking your ticket about 3 million more times than actually needed to make sure you’re in the right place because your months and months of anticipation for this trip will NOT be ruined by not being fully awake and functioning and missing your flight and then suddenly without really knowing how it happens, you’re sitting in seat 24A looking at the sparkling lights of the incredible view of the Dallas Fort Worth metroplex and saying Sayonara! See ya never! I’m off to a magical land with the grandest blue ocean you’ve ever laid eyes on, unfamiliar cultures, and a bag full of summer fresh outfits fit for walking the beach and strolling through the crowded streets talking about nothing and everything with my best friend ever. 

  
And then 23 hours later I am completely and utterly worn to the bone and the excitement is still there, but it’s just a tad hidden by the huge bags under my eyes, the way it feels like someone must have thrown ten bricks into my shoulder bag without my knowledge, and the unquenchable thirst for h2o that can only be brought about from an 11 hour flight. 

And finally I am waking up from the first 2 hours of sleep I’ve gotten in at least 25 hours after having the nicest conversation with the most adorable marine sitting next to me and then I’m saying goodbye and nice to meet you and suddenly I am trying to keep the wind from blowing my hat off my horribly atrocious plane hair while boarding the transit bus to the airport and waiting for my checked luggage with only the slightest amount of worry that it is still somewhere in the Mother Land, because let’s face it, I’m much too tired for actual panic to set in by this point. And finally I am walking out the doors and being greeted by my Best with an actual sign with my name on it (spot on, H!) and everything is perfectly right in the world because I’m about to spend 10 full days with my Kindred Spirit in this tropical paradise where I can communicate only by the phrases good afternoon and thank you, and that doesn’t even matter because I am happy and I am free and I am living out my dreams. 

  

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Japan, Travel, Uncategorized, Writing

There is something about these things that gives me the utter and profound joy of simply being alive. 

There is something about the darkness as it washes over me and the excitement that slowly unfurls in my stomach, proving itself in the nervous twists as the miles slowly wear away and suddenly I am whisked away to a world of terminals and gates and security checks and the purest feeling of freedom I can imagine. 

There is something about the careful movements and the hurried dashes of busy people going to busy places and doing busy things, separated, but somehow connected in the greater scheme of things. 

There is something about the breaking light of dawn as it sweeps into the little window, illuminating the tiny space of the massive winged beast that will serve as my home for the long hours to come. 

There is something about the anticipation of a traveller’s heart. A heart that craves adventure and leaps, throwing caution to the wind, at the possibility to experience things and visit lands as far away as their dreams will take them. 

There is something about the discomfort of the tiny space you are given as your own and the realization that the long hours, the weariness of wandering airport terminals, and the jet lag that is sure to come, because everything will be worth it once you reach your destination. 

There is something about separation that makes reuniting one of the most special events on earth. There is something about the phone calls, the messages, the care packages, and the seemingly endless “I miss you’s” that can’t quite measure up to seeing a person face to face. 

There is something about having that “someone.” Your person. The one that can understand your tone of voice through a simple text message and who can read your mind, from literally thousands of miles away. There is something about knowing you have a friendship that will stand and even grow stronger through anger and trials and miles and years. 

There is something about these things that gives me the utter and profound joy of simply being alive. Of being able to experience things I never could have imagined myself being a part of. A feeling of accomplishment, of eagerness, and of satisfaction. 

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There is also something about floating above the white blanket of clouds that gives me more inspiration than I’ve had in weeks! 

I apologize for the lack of posts lately. Lots of things are going on in my life, to date. But be sure to be on the lookout for a media blast on my trip to Okinawa, Japan! You can find all pictures on Instagram! 

Personal: @heycorinahey

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Until next time! xx

Currently: wading through clouds 35,000 feet above the ground and counting down the “somethings” until I can see my Best! I’m coming for you Japan!     

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Uncategorized, Writing

I want to live my life beyond you. 

I want to feel love again. 

The deep incredible love we shared. 

I don’t want to be so afraid of love breaking again. 

Of its crumbling remains that pile up and blow debris and dust for 

Miles and miles,

And years and years. 
I want an easy love. 

A love as gentle as an evening breeze. 

As strong and as brilliant as fire. 

A love as vibrant as the evening sunset, 

And as faithful as the sun in rising every morning. 

A love that will willingly and without complaint, work to break down the leftover debris of heartache that have rebuilt themselves around my heart. 

I want to love someone with an all consuming love ten times stronger than the love we ever shared. 

And I can’t imagine a love like that because I loved you with my whole heart. 

I can’t imagine a love like that,

But I have to believe in it. 

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Music, Travel, Uncategorized, Writing

You. 

You are the words on the very tip of my tongue. 

You are the countries I’ve been longing to visit. 

You are the song that plays over and over in my mind. 

You are the sunshine in the shadows that play across my room. 

You are the nerve endings that light up every time we touch. 

You are the destination at the end of every road trip. 

You are the butterflies that flutter relentlessly in my stomach. 

You are the feeling of being home. 

You are the wanderlust that stirs in my heart. 

You are the fireworks on every holiday. 

You are the pulse thumping through my veins. 

You are you, and I am me. 

And I’m so glad that we are we. 

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Hoarder Culturist. 

A play on words or a reality? 

I’ve recently discovered how therapeutic and exciting indoor gardening is. Yes, indoor. For the past year I have been in an apartment. I find it a bit funny when my roommates walk in and find my “gardening” all across the kitchen table. 

I looked around my house today and realized JUST how many cacti, succulents, and plants I have obtained in the past few months. “Slow down,” my bank account says. “BUY ALL THE PLANTS,” my heart says. I’ve had to limit the amount of times I can walk through plant stores because I’ve discovered that I have no self control when I walk into a nursery. 

So, while I can’t go and buy more plants, (all my window sills are full!) I decided to share some pictures with you! Enjoy! 

 

I bought this quaint little shelf at IKEA the other day and it’s been perfect! It has two tiers and an open back so my little babies underneath still see the sun! 

  

Bebe sunflowers! I really need to transfer these babies and give them more space. They grew so fast! 

 

Cacti/Succulent windowsill! Also featuring my growing little ivy cutting from my mother and the beautiful Peace Lilly on the left! It’s getting so big! 

 

   

It’s been my first time propagating these little ones and I am so so SO proud of them!! This is about 6-7 weeks progress! 

  And here is my pal Gilbert, surrounded by nature! He’s one happy 8 month old fellow! 

  Aaaaaaand, my greatest accomplishment! Here is one of my very first succulents. I bought him outside of Kroger and he was such a cute little thing l couldn’t resist! He didn’t show any signs of growth for so long I began to give up hope. I LITERALLY squealed when I woke up to these new little guys growing at the top! 

I’m so glad I didn’t let “apartment” excuses keep me from developing a hobby that has brought so much joy and beauty into my life! It’s been tough trying to develop a green thumb, but it’s also been incredibly worth every dollar and every hour spent scrolling online articles and book reading! 

And lastly, gardening is not without its losses. I am sorry to say that my dear friend Mr. Echeveria didn’t survive through my learning days. RIP my dear succulent. I’m sorry I didn’t provide you with enough sunlight. 

I hope you’ve enjoyed seeing a bit into my home today! If you would like to follow my blog, email subscription is now available by pressing the settings button in the center at the top of the page! 

Get ready for a post on my 2015 Book Reading Challenge, coming soon! 🙂 

Also, I’m loving this iphone6 camera. Here’s a glance into Gil’s dwelling place. He likes plants too. 😉 

  

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Travel, Uncategorized

Trinidad and Tobago, 2011. 

Four years ago I spent one of the most magical weeks of my life in Trinidad. It was my first taste of traveling outside of my own country and has left me with an incredible desire in my heart to see and experience the world and the many beautiful people and cultures and sights that it holds. Here are a few pictures from my travels in Trinidad.



The most incredible beach I have ever been to. Also, I can’t say how important it is to try the local Shark and Bake Shark Sandwich. Best sandwich of my life. 





Slightly creepy temple we visited. 









This man sang to me on the beach. I tried to convince him that I had a boyfriend back home at the time, but he wouldn’t be persuaded. “You have American boyfriend back home, and you have me here,” he said. 

I can’t remember the name of this fruit, but it basically tasted like nothing. And the texture was a bit rough to get over. 



I was a little doubtful that this van would get our group up the steep mountains, but I stand corrected. 

Incredible market place. 



I also got the best tan of my life that week. Can I go back now please? 



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Music, New England, Travel, Uncategorized, Writing

Aerial Tunes.

The first time I heard George Ezra’s voice I was 36,000 feet above the ground traveling from DFW to Boston. 

 I’m not one for sleeping on shorter flights. I believe flights are for reading, studying the characters around you, and travel playlists. I normally make a playlist of songs for each particular flight (mostly destination appropriate and all my new music, and songs I can really think about and enjoy while flying.) This particular trip was going to be a week full of exploring New England (Boston-Maine-Kinderhook, NY) with K, and ending the trip with a full day in NYC before meeting up with my two brothers and road tripping all the way back to Texas.

 I had a little mishap before my flight (being locked out of my apartment until 1 am, not a stitch of anything packed, just 3 hours before my flight…), so I wasn’t able to make a playlist beforehand and sincerely needed a Starbucks latte to calm my nerves and keep me awake in the airport.

All this to say, this flight’s music list was a little different than normal.

It wasn’t actually a list, it was setting my iPod on shuffle and eventually discovering the voice I’m sure the angels sound like in Heaven. 

 As the last strains of Atlas Genius or Joshua Radin came to a close, a song popped up that I didn’t even know was on my device. I eventually realized it was a free iTunes single I had downloaded weeks ago and forgotten about.

And let me tell you,
This voice was a mix of all my hopes and dreams wrapped into one.  Needless to say, I’m sure that George Ezra was probably on repeat for the duration of the flight before his manly, melodic, scratchy angel voice eventually put me to sleep (because hello, no sleep for the procrastinating packer). 

 So, this post is in honor of purchasing his Deluxe Album and remembering the Perfect Aerial Moment of discovering his authentic, heartfelt, lyrical masterpiece while flying across the East Coast. “Wanted On Voyage” is an album worthy of putting on repeat for long road trips, train rides, or flights. An album written about traveling, for travelers. It is the soundtrack of my daydreams and I will forever remember the East Coast every time I hear his voice. 

And give me one good reason

Why I should never make a change

Baby if you hold me

Then all of this will go away


My many artifacts

The list goes on

If you just say the words

I, I’ll up and run


Oh, to you

Ooh, you

Ooh, I’d leave it all

-Budapest (George Ezra) 

Also, while listening to his song for the first time, I imagined a 35ish year old with lots of facial hair and maybe some round tortoise shell glasses. Imagine my surprise when I looked him up on Google and discovered that deep scratchy voice came from a 21 year old English stud! Another one of my Favorite People In The World is from England? Not surprised. 

Look him up. Listen up. Buy his album. You won’t regret it. 

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