I took a train from Toronto to Ottawa. I sat down next to a young person headed to see a lover they met on Reddit. This would be the second time they would be seeing each other “in real life.” I use quotes there because it feels like the past few years have blurred the …
Have you ever felt like a city could somehow give you a hug? That is what it felt like as I hopped off a tiny plane into Toronto, on an uncharacteristically warm, winter day. Sadly, the weather the rest of my time in the city was not as kind, with so many layers being worn …
For as long as I’ve lived north of the equator, November has been a time of relative unease. I wonder if one day, finding myself in Australia or Brazil, experiencing opposite seasons, if November will suddenly mean something different. Till then, this time of year ends up feeling like a heavy handed wake up call. …
As I stared at my computer, something yet unnamed took hold of me. It was the feeling of having everything and nothing to do. My eyes glazed over, doing my best to assess the four windows open on the screen. Three were Google Chrome and one was Safari. I have found my preference for Chrome …
The heat of Cartagena welcomed us well before anyone else did. As soon as we stepped off the plane, I could feel the sweat beginning to cling to my shirt, only slightly tempered by a much-needed breeze. My large tote bag, carrying the entirety of my possessions for this trip, dug into my shoulder as …
Once upon a time, the rain poured down over the already dreary landscape of the King’s land. It was soon to be nothing, to him at least. This life, his possessions, and even the very last glimmer of sun would soon cease to carry any meaning. “Where have my days gone?” he wondered aloud to …
Travel has meant many things to me over the past few years. However, it arguably took on it’s greatest meaning once the prospect of it being taken away from me came about. As many of you know, in 2018 I was victim of police brutality in Madrid. In September, my witch-hunt of a case will …
With it being Pride month, Brokeback Mountain seemed like the obvious viewing choice during a road trip through Montana and Wyoming. I have always been peripherally aware of this film, in particular the scene of two cowboys kissing in a tent. Still, I had never watched the whole thing, read the short story it originated …
As I close the chapter of my undergraduate studies at American University, I also say farewell to a city truly like no other. My first introduction to Washington, D.C. was not a school trip filled with monuments, museums, and obnoxious tour buses, but as a bright-eyed fanatic of horses. In third grade, my father surprised …
Spoiler Alert: I basically tell you the whole plot, but it’s definitely still worth watching and/or reading! As the resident horse boy growing up it was simply logical that I consume any kind of horse-related content that crossed my path. It was while perusing the bargain section, of either Blockbuster or Walmart, that I came …