The pages of my life seem to dog-ear in Berlin. There are so many markers of who I am rooted in memories of this city. I know this is such a special place, it’s a special time whenever I find myself returning, and one day I’ll be returning permanently. In the meantime, I must say …
I have been sleeping with the windows open, feeling how time slowly pushes us into fall. Change has always been a joy of mine. It is life’s movement, keeping me on my toes and pushing me to look at what lies ahead. Rarely though, have I considered change’s ability to evoke images of the past. …
Day 1: As my body flew and crashed into the pavement, my immediate response was simply to get up as quickly as possible—there was a train to catch. There’s always a train to catch, places to be, and people to see. I’m wondering when I’ll stop running. For now, the benefits still outweigh the costs …
Day 1: Hello world. I don’t typically put my thoughts down like this when traveling but I figured this was an opportunity to try something new. Usually, my own physical journal is the only place I share my daily thoughts, and it’s obviously a little more mundane and personal than what I’d like to put …
If I had to draw one line of commonality throughout my travel experiences, it would have to be a moment of simply saying yes. Like when your friend invites you to India for her brother’s wedding. How do you pass that up? Ironically, this story starts before I ever stepped foot into India. I found …
My brief time in Hong Kong was extremely impactful. I think I first fell in love with Wong Kar-wai’s movies last summer because I found myself gravitating towards his work for a better understanding of a place I will likely never get to see in the same light again. His “In the Mood For Love” absolutely …
The universe has a funny way of bringing physical representations of the lessons we need to grasp when we are otherwise struggling to understand them. By some manifestation of divine intervention, I have recently found myself revisiting pictures from my time spent in Colombia. Wandering around Colombia with my front-facing camera as my sole mode …
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 …
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 …