Home when traveling takes many shapes. Sometimes it’s the room booked for three nights. Nondescript beige walls trimmed with thin chocolate molding. Green leaves blowing and bowing outside the window. Wifi that comes in and…
Posts tagged reflection
Nostalgia, my funny friend
Nostalgia visits me sometimes. More often than many, I would venture to guess. When it comes, it weighs like a heavy cloud on my chest, moist and full of emotion, threatening to burst, in streams down…
Bali — striving to see it for what it is
Dragging our suitcases up the street, I take a last look at the penjors now standing outside of every home, every temple in preparation for one of the biggest ceremonies of the year — Galungan….
Coming out of ignorance
I wince a lot when I remember all of the stupid things I once said. Oftentimes this reaction is sparked by a new conversation on a topic of which I was previously ill-informed or unaware….
What I want to say about travel
I’m trying to find the words to describe my travels. I want to write about this prolonged journey I’m on, with no foreseeable end in sight. I want to talk about how stripping away the…
Travel Vignettes – from Moldova to Kyrgyzstan
Our Uber driver wears a pastel rainbow striped button down, a la the nineties. He is nearly bald with only a downy layer of white still intact. Just a few words are exchanged before he…