About a month ago, I wrote about coming home and navigating reverse culture shock. I wrote about eating ice cream and staying in bed all day watching How I Met Your Mother,…
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I crack open the lid of another card board box and almost jump back at the sight of what’s inside. There’s a yellow film of mold covering two beautifully hand carved bowls…
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Time: 3:07pm Date: March 12th, 2014 Place: Paris, France Background: It’s been 12 months since I quit my job to travel the world. I’ve just arrived back in France after spending five…
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I’m leaving. Tomorrow. I’m packing two bags and heading South. After circumventing the globe for the last fourteen months, moving comes naturally and easily to me. But this is different. I’m boarding…
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I’m sitting in a diner booth, third cup of coffee in front of me, my sister across the table, my Dad beside me. I’m shivering. It’s 80 degrees outside but inside the…
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The runway is dark and the air is heavy with humidity. In the last twenty-four hours I’ve transited through five airports, three countries, and spent seventeen hours in the air with my…