I turn 25 today, which feels like a milestone. In the last quarter century, I’ve raised goats, read through a library and a half, graduated college (and gone back for round two), solo traveled on three continents, dirtbagged, lived with a family that’s not my own, volunteered full-time, learned a second language, and threw in my lot working for a Fortune 500 company.
You see, when the future is open to any possibility, when you can go anywhere, do anything, when you have no responsibilities or commitments, you think you're free.
I guess this post is less about the place and more about how experiences start to generate stories. Also, I'm homesick for the unfamiliar.
It's just after midnight as I'm writing this, and I'm not awake by choice. I was told that being scared at night of supernatural things was something I would grow out of. Maybe I'm not done growing, or maybe I never will. I think the only improvement now from when I was a child is… Continue reading Tell Me What You Know About Night Terrors, Nothing; Writing Monsters into Shape
The title of my blog is "The Quest for Pura Vida," which is lovely and wonderful; it was born of a need to identify the blog as something to do with Costa Rica and a penchant for the word "quest". Now that I'm nearing the end of said quest, though, something's got to change. I… Continue reading I Think I Found the Pura Vida; Also, Why Do I Blog?
As I've (probably) mentioned before, I am in a creative writing class in Costa Rica. Besides the fact that taking a creative writing class is a good idea in general, I was inspired to take a writing class in another language by a friend of mine. She was an exchange student from Mexico who took… Continue reading First Bit of Creative Writing in a Foreign Language
I never realized how relevant puns were to my life until I couldn't translate them. Sure, I knew I had a certain affinity for them, but I didn't quite appreciate how much of my humor and self-expression is derived from words and their meanings and connotations. Last semester, I was an RA at one of… Continue reading But “Pun” Only Means One Thing