I am a Doctor of Physical Therapy in constant exploration of my various interests. I am passionate about indulging in the arts and maintaining a healthy lifestyle. As of July 2016, I am working as a Travel Physical Therapist, and would love to share my experiences.
| March 22, 2017 |
No, I’m not going to talk about the “Incredible Journey” in the ’93 movie, although that does make me feel warm and fuzzy inside to think about. I’m talking about my homeward bound journey for the holidays this year, and all the other times I’ve needed home. There’s nothing better than reuniting with my loved ones after traveling, allowing for myself to reset with some quality time with family and friends.
Not to boast or anything, but I an entirely convinced I have the best family in all the lands. In 2016, my family supported me through every transition I made. My Mom, Dad, and two brothers were waiting for me with open arms when I decided to move from South Florida to Washington in May, and again in December at the termination of my first travel assignment in Washington State.
I have to admit; I feel I’ve put my family through some emotional turmoil. I was only supposed to be in Washington for three months initially (July-October 2016), but when I realized how satisfied I was, I decided to extend one more month… and then another two on top of that. Essentially, I was in Olympia for six months on the same travel assignment. Of course, there’s nothing wrong with doing this if you have the flexibility and desire. Yet, I couldn’t help but feel guilty for empty promises of my return home that only led to an extended time in Washington. Add that to my decision to visit a friend in Florida in late October, and I really felt like I was failing as a family-devoted individual.
When it was time to drop off my rental Jeep Renengade at Enterprise, hitch a ride to Seattle-Tacoma Airport from a dear friend, and fly across country on Christmas Eve Eve, I was more than ready to be in New York. Turns out, I needed this time more than I thought. I was enthralled by the fact I’d soon be reunited with the four people (+ Nana/Nonno, aunts, uncles, and cousins) who I know I could never live without. There they were, waiting for me to come HOME…
| February 3, 2017 |
Guess what! I discovered a new band, and they’re awesome. I can’t believe no other band has ever been called The National Parks because, well, the name itself implies epic music. Then, add in a guitar, violin, and a sound that reminds me of the Lumineers and Mumford & Sons, and you’ve got me dancing in my seat. I can’t wait to drive with this music playing, or imagine the dramatic violin at 2:40 in “Monsters of the North” playing as a I reach the summit of a mountain.
They released their first album in September 2013, so I’m not sure how they slipped by me for so long, but Spotify finally brought them onto my radar! It’s my duty to now bring them onto yours. At least I feel like it’s my duty.
| November 5, 2016 |
I sit by my window in my new apartment in Lacey, Washington, with a “Flannel Blanket” soy candle burning, a minion blanket on my lap, and rain pattering on my window pane. It’s officially rainy season in the Pacific Northwest, and it has me embracing my creative juices today. Finally, it’s “me time” day!
I’ve been a little scattered, I’ll admit it. From moving out of my previous apartment (with a four-day-long turnover from searching for a place, finding one, and then moving), to strep throat and lengthy recovery, to weekend adventures, to a Halloween trip to South Florida, and overall lack of devotion to my blog, I’ve been on hiatus. And we reeeeeeeeeeeeeeally have a lot of catching up to do!
The first obvious update is that I have surpassed my original three-month plan to be in the state of Washington as a travel Physical Therapist, and I will now be in this wonderful state until (at least) December 22 before returning to New York for the holidays. Why did I decide to stay? And what is this travel Physical Therapy life like? Read on, my long lost fellow dreamers…
| October 4, 2016 |
Another year passed. I am a year older, but it’s more than that. Today, I reflect on all the changes I’ve seen in the past year, and genuinely believe I’ve created many tiny miracles and manifestations over the last 365 days. I’m incredibly grateful for the amount of LOVE I feel today; I have received and given so much love that my heart is completely full. As I am home today with strep throat (didn’t feel like sharing it with my patients), I am spending my time between naps in intense bouts of gratitude. Today, the Universe sent me this incredible email to wish me a happy birthday:
Let’s reflect on my year.
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