How many landscapes can you see in eight hours in California?
I am forever halfway somewhere, not quite settled and not sure if I even want to stay.
Because no matter how much nicer other beaches seems to get, Redondo is always home.
You can count on me.
Some love letters as novelty wears off and culture shock sets in. (Inspired by that very good Netflix movie that you should definitely watch.)
Catch me out here learning Basque, because I want to stay in Basque Country forever.
I didn't really know what to expect coming into China. People will tell you so many different contradictory things--half of them vague observations, half of them lazy racist stereotypes. I've been here for almost a month now, and I'm still not quite sure what to make of it.
I wonder why a little.
Not with a bang but with a whimper, so to speak. And a strange twist.
Right, so, like somehow it became March? Every day I'm more and more annoyed with myself for not having made more progress on my Master's thesis (although one of my professors took an informal poll yesterday and I was one of only two people who have even started so) but here we are. It's March, …