I don't believe in astrology. Not because of any particular reason, I'm just not blessed with the ability to truly "believe" in things that are supposed to explain life to me. I think life is best understood by being lived. Sometime last year, I sat with a friend and several glasses of wine and shared… Continue reading The Return of Saturn
It is long walks to nowhere and everywhere, losing your way halfway through, finding something you never imagined you'd see by the end, losing sight of your limitations when you come face to face with the same streets where your heroes once walked. It is losing touch with your past and finding what you lost… Continue reading This is: Paris
It is quiet and slow, a place where I can't imagine going "to the office." It's alienating in that everyone else seems to be more spiritually enlightened than you'll ever be. It is also full of color. The greenest greens and the bluest blues, bright flowers growing out of nothing and everything, forests and hipster… Continue reading This is: Bali
I saw this while walking alone one day, in a different lifetime, maybe even a different universe. A few days later, I bought a one-way ticket to Thailand and posted this photo on Instagram. I believe it was my declaration of intent.
In the early mornings, when most of the city is still asleep, I wander around Saint Germain and relish the air like a selfish lover. This is where I feel most alive, most like myself and most like I belong exactly how I am. I tell myself that my world is real, and my… Continue reading Everything I love is here
My first day back in the city of my dreams, I went for aimless walks around St Germaine, ate a million croissants, and drank all the vin chaud I could get my hands on (it was cold, I was being a responsible adult and hydrating with warm liquids). But on my second day, I left… Continue reading The Most Perfect Day: Paris
A lifetime has passed since the last time I was here. Back then, the first time I sat down to contemplate my new future as an expat, a stranger in a strange land, it was all very glamorous. It was, of course, based on nothing real but my own fantasies of what I imagined expats must have been… Continue reading Dry Erase: The Expat Life
This is not my first rodeo (is that how the saying goes?), so a declaration of what this site is about seems arbitrary. I think what I inherently hate about blogs is the overeager earnestness that can be hard to escape. After a lifetime of journaling everyday, oversharing on countless social media platforms, and exchanging… Continue reading Attempts