Feels slightly less like home than being uncomfortable elsewhere.
It’s April 2015 already. My perception of time has shifted back into avalanche-mode, far from the painful slow-rolling seconds that made last year seem so long. The distance between now and a year ago for me seems far more than…
Sitting outside a Starbucks, it’s dusk, darkening slowly. Another resignation letter under my belt, tomorrow is my last day at the job I’ve gone back to repeatedly out of convenience and comfort. Maybe the choices were misguided. I did what I thought was best. I applied to a university in Taipei to enter as a student of their Mandarin Training Center. Hopefully in a few months I will be on the other side of the…
Recently I’ve written a number of blog entries that I haven’t posted…mostly because they’ve been too honest and depressing, even by my standards. I wrote one before I went to Peru that was sort of a plea to myself which quickly degenerated into some suicidal rambling and was ultimately so sad that I couldn’t read it without starting to cry in the coffee shop I was writing it in, so I had to stop. From…
I’m going to Peru on Saturday. But right now I’m in a coffee shop in Texas. I’m looking at photos spread across the shop’s wall in a neat display–they’re photos of mine, from other trips…China, Malaysia, Thailand. If I look…
It’s possible that one of the only times I’ve felt in control of my life recently is when writing resignation letters. So, I guess it’s time for another one. It’s time for something to help shock me out of the…
Many things I view as significant personal achievements, some of them are things that I may not have done myself but may have elicited from others. Sometimes you’re an astute listener and people share secrets; sometimes you’re a puppeteer of…
