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I’m unplugging for the next 60 days. Mood 👆🏼.⠀ ⠀ ✖ facebook⠀ ✖ instagram⠀ ✖ twitter⠀ ✖ blogs⠀ ✖ podcasts⠀ ⠀ If you need to reach me, you can:⠀ 📱call/text (+44 07540 704474)⠀ 📥email (taylorvanderwell@gmail.com)⠀ 💌send me a letter via carrier pigeon or post (hit me up for address)

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YOU GUYS. I am traveling for work and this means tonight I am going to get to sleep through the whole night, uninterrupted, for the first time in...408 days! ⠀ ⠀ I am ecstatic. So naturally, I am sitting in my hotel bed looking at photos of Mr. 408 days himself like a basic, cliche mom missing her bed buddies. ⠀ ⠀ Don’t you worry, though. I’m going to starfish across this mattress soon and it will be gloriiiooous.

These are things I want:⠀ ⠀ To have routines. To create traditions. For a barista to smile at me and say, “your usual?”. To hang a picture frame on a wall. To plant seeds that will grow into things I can eat or put in a vase and tie with a ribbon. To have all of my clothes in one spot. To have an extra room for people who need a place to rest their head. To have a space where I can set up an easel. To paint my front door a color that makes me happy. ⠀ ⠀ Since I graduated from college, I have only had one job that lasted over a year. I have yet to live in one apartment or house for over a year. My life has been in constant transition for over a decade. I’m tired. ⠀ ⠀ And yet…⠀ ⠀ I have this insane calling to be where I am not. ⠀ ⠀ I think it started when I was 16 and stepped foot outside my home continent for the first time. I went to Panama where I slept in hammocks, waking up in pools of my own humid sweat and ate breakfast at a table where chickens picked plantains off my plate. It was like I had been going through my life with one eye shut, completely unaware that my vision was impaired. Then I stepped into a completely foreign world and my other eye fluttered open. And from that point forward, I wanted to experience a visual feast for all of my days. Like, newsflash: there was so much I didn’t know. So much to learn, see, do outside of all I had ever known. I grew afraid of being ignorant. I started reading about what was happening in other places. And then I would go and see for myself, often working with people in the margins. I went to school in Scotland, where I now live, work and raise a child that I fully intend to traipse all over Europe in the two years he flies for free. ⠀ ⠀ Whenever I have faced the idea that I could be in one spot for an indefinite amount of time, my mind starts planning an escape of sorts. In my pursuit of being elsewhere, did I give myself ‘grass is always greener’ syndrome? Have I wired my insides to start itching 12 months past whatever life event or transition just took place? Have I set myself up to be in a constant game of tug-of-war between growing roots and growing wings? These are things I wonder about. #tobecontinued

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taylorvanderwell July 25, 2014

I was ten. I was running through the sprinkler in my underwear. Blades of grass stuck to my skin. My body was long and lean, void of any curvature. It was whole and mine. It allowed me to do backbends …

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