fifty-one days of zoloft

i wish i had never discovered the question: who am i? it plagues me. the more i probe it, the more i become incomplete. for the past year, i have tried to achieve simplicity, only to be faced with enormous effort. understanding is something that i love to do. it’s a gift and a suffering.… Continue reading fifty-one days of zoloft

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in search of the truth

dear dad, for the first time since you died, i had a positive dream about you. i was playing hide and seek with my friends, we walked by your room, we saw that you were sleeping. ‘shhh, we don’t want to wake him,’ i said. we tiptoed quietly. you looked like you were right where… Continue reading in search of the truth

expatriate

I have been waiting for far too long. Since I first understood the concept of future, I have been waiting. All of the major stages in my life have been completed only to get to the next stage. Go to school to graduate and go to college. Go to college to graduate and get a… Continue reading expatriate

flaws

For the first time in my life, I wanted to die. I feel some uneasiness in recalling how much I suffered, as if thinking about it might bring it all back. I don’t know precisely how it started, or precisely how it ended, but for two weeks, it seemed to me that I could not… Continue reading flaws

roots

I have settled down. For four months I wandered—fearfully, but happily. And then somehow I ended up back where I started. With a house, a car, a full-time job, a local bank account, a library card, a handful of close friends (that’s an exaggeration). My clothes hanging loosely on wire hangers. A watercolor on my… Continue reading roots

straight outta glenorchy

I am finally coming out of the storm. Somehow these past two months in Glenorchy have been just as challenging as the constant traveling. There are no more what-ifs, no more unknowns, no more what’s next. I have a plan for the next eight months of my life. I’m not even really traveling anymore. Everything… Continue reading straight outta glenorchy

brisbane: an early retirement

My “brief trip to Australia for the holidays” turned into a month-long visit. I managed to spend an entire month in Brisbane. “Brisbane is shit,” my friend from Sydney says. Even Dorothy, who lives in Brisbane, asked what in the world am I going to do here for a month? Don’t I want to do… Continue reading brisbane: an early retirement

south island (beautiful) disasters

I was almost homeless in Queenstown. It was 5 PM on a Tuesday and every single accommodation was fully booked since I didn’t have the foresight to book in advance. Fantastic! I remained calm. I sent out some requests to work exchange hosts in the area, not because I was prepared to do a work… Continue reading south island (beautiful) disasters

van life in the north island

I downloaded Tinder. For those of you who don’t know what this is (mom, that means you), Tinder is an online dating (read: hookup) app that finds you potential matches based on their proximity to you. Evidently a lot of solo backpackers use it to find other travelers in the area or to meet up… Continue reading van life in the north island