as children, we learn to walk, not gracefully, but by falling repeatedly. google “babies falling” and video after video of adorable children tumbling down will appear (i did and spent an hour distracted from writing this blog post).
as an adult, i have not stopped falling. part of this is because i have charcot-marie-tooth disease (cmt): a neurological disorder that causes muscle deterioration primarily in my hands & feet and has nothing to do with teeth (despite the unfortunate name). part of this is because i fall in love with people all the time: with their poetry, with their art, and with their deep belly laughs they only break out at 2am after talking about the universe until their voice goes hoarse.
just a few weeks ago, i married one of the many people i have fallen for: michael now stokes. thanks to a writing
fellowship i received from boston university, the two of us get to spend the next three months of our partnership on the grecian isles of syros and crete (with pit stops in scotland and serbia).
while babies learn to walk from falling, i mostly know how to do that. instead, constantly falling as an adult has taught me how to be open to new experiences like the taste of concrete in new orleans and how to make friends with strangers (try falling on them in the subway. it’s worked for me).
michael and i leave for athens, greece in nine hours, and while we don’t really want to fall out of a perfectly good airplane on the way to our destination, once we get there we plan to stumble a lot. he’ll trip over the words he’s been learning in greek for the past 2 years. we’ll fall into new friendships. and hopefully, we’ll fall in love with a place we’ve both been dreaming of through photographs for years. as we head into this journey, we hope you’ll fall in step with us by following globestumbler. i plan to use this blog to document our ungraceful journey and all we learn from falling.
in case you’re worried that michael can’t fall as well as me because he doesn’t have cmt, here’s some evidence to the contrary: