Homestay with the homegirls

Homestays are supposed to be uncomfortable. Sleeping in a stranger’s bed, eating strange food, speaking a strange language, and sometimes the entire experience is condensed into 6 strange meals. How would you make the most of those awkward meals? Would you act with a boldness bordering brash, able to take a stiff situation with an…

Dropping rocks in New Zealand

I think New Zealand was a learning term. The motto was “you know what self, you are going to deal with your problems.” I became more confident, more efficient, more organized, more OCD, more hard work, and more mature. I guess it was a more kind of term. I learned some limits, learned confrontation, learned…

Deja Vu

I just revisited a post that I wrote about two years ago. I’m oddly entranced with how I used to write, and noticed the evolution that I had even in that short snippit of words mumbled and jumbled. I also had the moment where I was a tad disappointed in myself. How is it that…