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I've seen this place, in dreams.

secretkarma asked: Roxanne, I had such a fun time, and I just wanted to thank you. Good luck on your future endeavors, and I can't wait to read about them! Hope we can meet again some day! I'd love to try backpacking! -Jordan

Jordan! You are a peach! I already miss you. Take care and I look forward to our tumblr stalking :)

16. April 2014

I feel as if I’ve lost my inspiration and my will to creativity. I don’t know what happened. Maybe it’s the result of having worked 6 months straight with only a one day off in all that.

Maybe it’s the results of 6 months of cruise ship clutter. The ups and downs, relationships woes and celebrations.

Maybe it’s 6 months of repeated cruise ship work and cruise ship life.

Or maybe it’s just 6 months of American teenagers or just Americans and their ignorance.

I need a break. Not a break in the sense of not doing anything, but just a break so that I can taste liberation and freedom again. So I can travel and be inspired.

I don’t understand how a person can stay in one place for a long time. I’ve only been doing cruise ships for one year and already I want out. And I want something different.

Today, I heard the sound of thunder. After months if not hearing anything, I heard it again.

Storms coming.

No regrets.

No regrets.

Happy new year!
19. January 2014

Every traveler in their right mind would tell you that there is something deeply exciting and inviting about sleeping on a random stranger’s couch. Is it the thrill of meeting someone new in their own environment? Or is it just the thrill of feeling like you belong in a city unknown? A new form of bonding with the locals?

Couch surfing is so much more than finding a free place to crash for the night. It’s about entering a new and exciting world, introduced to you by the Internet of all places.

Many people ask me why I like to couch surf and is it safe. Well, I often relate couch surfing to reading a new book. It’s a whole new world. A story unfolding just before your eyes with characters that you can’t help but fall in love with. It’s deeply exciting and wildly entertaining. It teaches you new things and it helps you to see old things in a different perspective. That’s what couch surfing is.

I’ve never met a nudist before couch surfing. I’ve also never slept in a church where 4 punk rock musicians lived. Nor have I ever scaled a monument before.

Couch surfing, like reading, opens up new characters and new possibilities. I encourage everyone to give it a go. If the idea of meeting someone on the Internet and sleeping on their couch doesn’t fill your cup, then you’re reading the wrong book my friend.

13. December 2013

I need to get my shit together.

Too young to put all my hopes in one envelope.

6. November 2013

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. 

William Shakespeare

6. November 2013

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me. 

Maya Angelou