I had to come home to remember how to feel out of place.
I’m at home in the souk of El Jadida, talking to bouncers in Riga, and arriving in Yangon without a clue. I was comfortable on the streets of a city 99% said is… Continue reading
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Scheduling failure, belly tetris, and productive nothing.
That was a very worthwhile complete waste of time. As I mentioned before, I haven’t needed to plan anything ahead of time for the last few years, an atrophied skill that has gifted… Continue reading
Is it weird being back in America?
“Is it weird being back in America?” I wasn’t sure how to answer that question. “Not…really.” Adjusting to Stateside norms was pretty easy; I did grow up here, after all. I can handle… Continue reading
