Facebook has reminded me that two years ago, I stayed up until 3am at a riad hostel in Morocco, and then woke up the next afternoon to surf with strangers from Europe and Australia. Today, I woke up in the bed I own at 6am because I'm working on building a habit of discipline, and am currently staving off laziness by working my way through a to-do list.
I like being around you because I admire who you are and what you have built. You help keep me anchored and help me question and reevaluate what I think I believe so I do not become a sheep; even a sheep with the best intentions can be led down a dark or, perhaps worse, meaningless path.
I'm writing this on December 9, 2015, but I won't set it to post until after Christmas for the purpose of secret-keeping. You see, here's the deal. I'm going home early to surprise my loved ones for Christmas. I originally booked my return ticket for as late a date as I could and still actively participate… Continue reading I’ll Be Home for Christmas (And Not Only in My Dreams)
Written September 10, 2015 I got into a fight with my sister this morning. It all started when I took full advantage of the hostel’s free breakfast to eat a croissant and bowl of cereal and drink a cup of instant coffee. Long story short, this vaulted me past our anticipated departure time to see… Continue reading “Love You; Mean It!” ; Traveling with My Sister
I was always just the stand-out macha, object of catcalls, and interesting because of my foreign-ness. I knew a lot of people, but I was lonely.
A while back, I wrote a post on how to talk to a foreign exchange student. Since then, it's been my most-read post and the most common search engine terms that brings people to my blog are variations of: "how to befriend the foreign exchange student," "how to make the foreign boy/girl like me," and… Continue reading How to Talk to a Foreign Exchange Student; Part II
There's something about being in a foreign country that exaggerates the good and bad of interpersonal relationships; perhaps we make crazier decisions or maybe we see their impact more clearly in unfamiliar situations. Whatever it is, I feel I've learned a lot of the type of lessons that can't be taught, only experienced. I have… Continue reading Interpersonal Relationships; Lessons Learned in Costa Rica, Part I