Deciding upon a blog name is hard. Even while I write this article, I have a sheet of words scribbled down on a note pad, which I occasionally look down at with the hope that something will *pop*.

It doesn’t.

My notepad words are the complete opposite to what you’d expect. For a blog about unplanned and spontaneous adventure, you’d expect the page to be littered with adjectives and circles, with spirals connecting one word to another and luscious clouds encompassing buzz words in a sight of semi-organized creativity.

Mine looks like a concentration camp.