Tag: Musings

  • Hamilton, ON

    Hamilton, ON

    My car made it to Canada! I did too, but I’ve been to Canada multiple times, so that’s less exciting than my car being here. The officer at the border seemed surprised that I had driven all the way from Texas. Luckily, he believed me when I told him I didn’t have any guns in the car and let me in. I was a bit offended that he would actually think that if I owned a gun, I’d be dumb enough to drive across the country and into Canada with one.

    I arrived on Wednesday evening and I’m staying with my sister, Nathalie, her roommate, Mari, and their 2 cats, Junie Bitch Jones and Fatso. The cats are actually named Juniper and Smoke, but those are my nicknames for them. Nathalie and Mari call Juniper June or Junie, so I started calling her Junie B Jones after the main character of some of my favorite books from when I was 7. June is kind of a bitch to me sometimes, which is how her middle name became that. Smoke is overweight and constantly rubs against my legs when I’m in the kitchen because he wants food, so he got the nickname Fatso. Yes, I’m fat-shaming a cat and I don’t feel bad about it.

    On Thursday, I had lunch with Chris and Dianne, more Runkeeper friends. Later that day, I helped Nathalie siphon wine she made into a couple of wine bottles and I also helped her taste test it. It was really good! That night, Nathalie made cookies and she, Mari, Shaye (Nathalie’s boyfriend), and I had a 3 hour conversation about morality, religion, and whether men and women can be friends while we had dinner. On some of the topics, it was them vs me and on others, I had one or two of them on my side. While we touched on some intense topics, I really enjoyed the conversation. I always enjoy having respectful conversations with people I disagree with, where we’re all just trying to understand how others think and where they’re coming from. The cookies and wine also helped.

    On Friday, I mostly stayed in bed. While Nathalie and Mari worked, I read Eat Pray Love. At lunch time, Nathalie made us lunch and said that I shouldn’t feel guilty about reading while she cooked for me after she had been working while I was reading. I felt a little guilty anyway. For the first 32 years of my life, I trained myself to believe that I always need to be productive and helpful. That I always need to give of myself. That if others are working, I should be helping them. That I always need to serve others and it’s not ok to let others serve me. This conditioning is even harder to break when it comes to my siblings. With other people, it’s easier to let them take care of me. But with my siblings, there’s additional training that happened over the last 32 years where I made myself believe that I always had to take care of them, be there for them, have my shit together, be a good example to them, and give them all the answers that I had to figure out on my own. Luckily, I have wonderful sisters who are forcing me to let them take care of me. These days, I think I learn more from them than they learn from me.

    On Saturday, we went to London for the day. No, not that London. The London in Ontario. I met up with more Runkeeper friends (yes, I have a lot of those). I had coffee with Besat and then lunch with Besat and Rodrigo. In the afternoon, Nathalie, Mari, and I spent time with Dusya, my godmother. We were going to ice skate, but it was an outdoor rink and it was cold and windy, so we opted to catch up at a coffee shop.

    Earlier this week, we declared that Sunday would be our “do nothing day”, so that’s what we’re doing. Technically, I did laundry and I’m writing this blog post, so I’m doing things, but mostly, I’m resting. Tomorrow I’m driving to Chicago and on Wednesday I’m flying to Indonesia for 10 days. I won’t take my laptop, so I likely won’t post again until I’m back in Chicago, but you can rest assured that I will be having a lot of fun.

    On this leg of the trip, I managed to exchange a potato for a hot chocolate maker and a magnet. I had a potato left over from when I went grocery shopping in Asheville, so we used it for dinner a few days ago. Mari has a hot chocolate maker. It’s a little stainless steel bowl that you put the chocolate and milk in and it heats it up and mixes everything together. I was so excited when I saw it because I make hot chocolate and other warm milk drinks all the time. Since Mari never uses it, she gave it to me. Nathalie and Mari also have a Hamilton magnet on their fridge. I buy a magnet everywhere I travel, but I wasn’t able to find one here, so they’re giving me theirs. All in all, I think I can safely say that I got the better end of the bargain.

    Today marks one month since I started my road trip. It was the shortest month of the year and I’m surprised by how much I managed to fit in and how much I’m already feeling myself change (in a good way). I can’t wait to see what the next 5 months of road tripping bring!

  • Asheville, NC

    Asheville, NC

    On Thursday evening, after I arrived in Asheville, my friends Grief and Loneliness decided to visit me. They visit me every few months and like showing up out of the blue, without calling first to let me know they’re on their way. It’s very rude, but I’m used to it by now. In the past, I would to try to kick them out when they visited. I’d tell them I didn’t want them here and that it didn’t make sense for them to be here. That never worked. I’ve learned that the best way to deal with them is to invite them in, without questioning why they’re here, so that’s what I did. We talked to one of my sisters for a few hours and then we sat on the couch together and cried for a while. When I got tired of crying, we watched TV and read a book before going to bed.

    I liked the schedule I followed in Savannah, so after a slow morning on Friday, I convinced Grief and Loneliness that we should go on a hike in the afternoon. We’re in Asheville, so we might as well enjoy the views. We drove about an hour out of Asheville towards the Blue Ridge Parkway, which has a lot of scenic overlooks and hikes along it. I barely saw any cars on the road. It was just me driving up the mountain. At some point, I lost cell service and I realized that I had forgotten to download the maps of my route and the trails I planned to do. If something happened to me or my car, nobody would know. I kept going anyway. I had driven this far already and I wasn’t going home without seeing some beautiful views.

    When I got to the Blue Ridge Parkway, the road was closed. Parts of it close during the winter. I parked on the side of the road, as others had done, and started walking up the mountain. I had driven this far already and I wasn’t going home without seeing some beautiful views. As I walked, I ran into a few people coming back down who said there was an overlook and a hike ahead, so I kept going. I am very glad that I did. As I walked, it smelled so good! I’m not an expert at tree scents, but Google says I was probably smelling Fraser Fir and Red Spruce trees. I wish I could have bottled up the scent of the trees. It was so wonderful combined with the crisp winter weather. After walking about a mile, I got to a hike known as the Devil’s Courthouse. It’s just 1 mi long, but it’s steep, with 282 ft of elevation gain. I’m out of shape and it was brutal, but it was so worth it.

    As I sat on the rocks looking at that view, I felt so happy and so much peace. All my problems seemed insignificant compared to the mountains and valleys before me. At some point, I realized that Grief and Loneliness were gone. I guess the hike was too steep for them and they went off to explore somewhere else. As I drove back down the mountain alone, in silence, with no music and the windows down, I felt so incredibly happy. I knew it was temporary and that my friends would show back up later that day, but I savored every moment. As expected, Grief and Loneliness did come back that evening. It felt strange to feel them while I was still on a high from the hike earlier in the day, but I didn’t question the strangeness and spent the evening relaxing with my two friends.

    On Saturday morning I had another slow morning. They were still around but were less demanding than the day before. In the afternoon, I drove to the River Arts District to check out the local artists. It was hard being there because there were so many beautiful things that I wanted to buy. But I’ve just started this road trip and it wouldn’t be a good idea to start accumulating pretty and breakable objects yet, so I contained myself.

    I spent another evening reading and watching shows with two my friends. At some point during the evening, Grief and Loneliness left, just as suddenly as they had arrived! Once they were gone, I was left feeling incredible joy. It was ridiculous how happy I felt. It made no sense. It was bliss. I can’t remember when the last time I felt this happy was. Is this what being truly rested feels like? Why didn’t anyone tell me that I could feel this way? I’ve been missing out all these years. If you don’t feel ridiculous joy, take this as your sign to blow up your life and go on a 6 month road trip. I know not everyone has the luxury of doing that, but I’m incredibly grateful that I do.

    Today, I’m still feeling the joy from last night. It was a rainy day, so I walked to a coffee shop in the morning to buy a chai latte (unfortunately, it wasn’t very good) and I spent the morning reading, while sipping my tea. Once the rain stopped, I walked downtown and checked out the boutiques. I had the same issue as yesterday where I wanted to buy everything, but I held back. I’m spending the evening on multiple phone calls, catching up with friends.

    Asheville has been an emotional rollercoaster, but it’s been wonderful. Tomorrow, I’m heading to Greensboro, NC. It’s not a long drive, so on the way, I’m going to drive another part of the Blue Ridge Parkway and stop for hikes. I’ll also visit cute towns in the area. I’m hoping for more amazing views.


    P.S. In case any of you are wondering if I’m depressed, the answer is no. The grief and loneliness I experience are a normal part of figuring out who I am and what I want. They’re a normal part of not having the life I’ve always wanted and thought I’d have by now. I used to think that feeling these things was wrong because I have a great life and have been very lucky. But in the past year, I’ve learned that having a great life can coexist with feeling grief. It doesn’t mean that my life sucks or that I think my problems are bigger than other people’s problems. It just is. I debated whether I should write about all this in this post. I ultimately decided to do so for a few reasons:

    1. I’ve been working on learning how to be vulnerable in the past year and this is a good way to practice that.
    2. I know that many people experience this and I want to normalize talking about it.
    3. This blog is as much for me as it is for all of you. I know that in a few years, when I look back at the blog, I’m going to be glad that I put this all in writing. I’m really proud of how much I’ve grown in the past year and how I’ve learned to handle my feelings. I needed to immortalize that so I’ll never forget it.
  • Why a Road Trip?

    Why a Road Trip?

    Many people have asked me what made me want to go on a cross-country road trip. The short answer is that I’ve always wanted to do one and I’m at point in life where I need to learn how to rest and figure out what I want (as opposed to what others tell me I should want) and this is a good way to do it. For the long answer, I need to back up a little.

    In early October 2025, I was laid off. It was rough. I loved working at Runkeeper. The company has been part of my life for the past 10 years. When I was in college, I did a 6 month co-op there. After graduating, I worked there full time for 3 years. And after a few years at Amazon, I went back to Runkeeper and had been there for 3 years when the layoffs happened. It really felt like the end of an era.

    I gave myself a week off before looking for a new job, but when I started looking again, the idea of going back to work gave me anxiety. I was also extremely fatigued and realized that I’ve been burned out for years. Some of you might be thinking, “Priscilla, how are you burned out? Your work life balance was great, you didn’t work on Fridays, and you worked from home, which allowed you to work from anywhere in the world and do laundry during your work day.” The answer to your very logical question is that Runkeeper wasn’t the problem. The problem was that I never learned how to rest. My whole life, I’ve made productivity a big part of my identity and self-worth, which means that even my rest had to be “earned” and had to be “productive”. When I realized that, I decided to take the rest of 2025 off to learn how to truly rest and hopefully put it into practice.

    In November, I drove to the Smoky Mountains and spent a week there with a friend. I drove because we were in the middle of a government shutdown and I didn’t want to deal with airports. It’s a 15 hour drive that I split into 2 days. On the second day, when I was somewhere in Tennessee, I found myself thinking that it would have been so much faster to fly. And I realized that that is exactly why it was good that I drove. Driving forced me to slow down, to take a breath, and just be. Yes, I had audiobooks and podcast episodes queued for the drive, but when you’re on the road for so long, you eventually get tired of listening to things and need silence. It was in that silence, on a highway in Tennessee lined with orange trees, that I realized that sitting in a car for many hours with nothing to do and learning to enjoy it was exactly what I needed.

    While I was at the Smokies, that thought stayed with me. I’ve been wanting to do a cross-country road trip for a long time, but never seriously considered it because it would mean taking a few weeks off of work and finding someone who is also willing to take a few weeks off to do it with me. But as I sat on the porch of our cabin, I realized that I don’t need anyone to do it with me. I know people all over the US and Canada. I could visit all those people and stop at a few other cities and national parks along the way. That way, I wouldn’t be alone for the entire trip, but I would have enough alone time to recharge my introvert social battery. And so the road trip was born.

    The idea of going on a road trip alone and spending most of the year unemployed is slightly terrifying. But it’s also very exciting. It’s something that Priscilla from 6 months ago would never have done and I’m proud of myself for stepping out of my comfort zone. I don’t know what will come out of this road trip or who I’ll be at the end of it. Some of my friends joke that I’ll come back with blue hair, tattoos, and a nose ring. That is extremely unlikely, but I do hope that I’ll come back more me. That I will have grown into myself and by growing into myself, expand out of myself, if that makes any sense. I have all my stops planned out, but I also have no expectations and am open to veering from the plan. So here’s to having fun, truly resting, and enjoying the views along the way. Thank you for coming on this road trip with me!