It’s time for a much-needed update on what’s been going on with me. You may have noticed the blog has a ~~BrAnD nEw LoOk~~! I finally decided to host my own site, buy my own domain, and work on being a better blogger in general. It’s been a long time coming for this type of …
My mom once said to me, “Michelle. If you don’t want to participate in society, then DON’T.” Maybe the expected and natural response to such a threat would be to say “well of course I want to participate in society, don’t be ridiculous” and then you go get a job, dutifully pay your rent, get …
This is not, and never will be, a gap year. Gap years aren’t a real thing. The term “gap year” suggests that doing anything other than following the conventional path doesn’t count as a part of your life, or at least as a part of your “real” life. I once said that you don’t need a permanent …
Is there even a graceful way to do this? It probably always sucks to miss your flight, but I feel like I’m especially bad at it. The first time I missed a flight was in Turkey when I misread the military time-stamp “06:30” as 6:30pm. I wasn’t even close – I was a good 12 …
The following is a guest post Author: Anonymous I would talk about how even though you transplanted yourself to a foreign country immediately following your expulsion into the real world from the cozy womb that is college, the heavy, existential sludge that occupies most of your mind space during senior year still plagued you when …
So: what about Europe? I never really finished blogging about it. I’m ready to move on and start blogging about Atlanta because that’s where I am both physically and mentally, but I can’t just not write about Europe. It was an amazing five weeks. Like, the best five weeks. I’m going to stray from my …
You were, perhaps, too hard to get. I was initially intrigued by your exotic charm and foreign accent. You were interesting to me in a non-sterile sort of way, with your cracks and rats and potential for anything to happen. I should have known I would never win your heart, though. After all, you’re already …
Two more weeks, yall – then I move out of my Bangkok apartment and make the final transition from “teacher” to “backpacker.” I’ve been shopping around a bit just to be sure I fit in with my sunburned compatriots of the Khao San Road variety. Been stocking up on elephant pants, singlets, bracelets, and headbands. …
