Going back to a book is like returning to the cities we believe to be our own, but which, in reality, we've forgotten and been forgotten by.
Musings on missing out.
Some sights from exploring Göteborg, Sweden's second biggest city.
Living out my dreams of social media stardom in Thailand.
I am forever halfway somewhere, not quite settled and not sure if I even want to stay.
I always saw pictures of Westerners in Thailand at temples with their hands folded--what to me seemed like a hokey pose that didn't seem particularly respectful. That is, until I found myself there getting suckered into the very same things.
Finally, we're here: the night we've all been waiting for! The night where a fratty Australian singing in a bar tells me he loves me in Polish.
The first night of a solo road trip is when it hits you: oh yeah, you're doing this alone. But that's ok.
You can count on me.
You know THAT foreigner. The one you don't want to be, right? Getting real honest with myself about who I want to be versus who I am.