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Every day it seems the world spins a little bit faster. Each month, each year, it seems to pick up the pace, running at a speed that the best training plan couldn’t prepare you for. Each moment feels like a grain of sand I’m planning to pick up and watching slip through my fingers at once. … More Finding Pause
When the government lifts its ban on going out in one short week, there will still be many barriers to navigate. The sun may be shining, but the world may look just as uninviting to some as a windy Saturday may look to a runner. We may continue to hunker down, stay at home, and wait. Just as I’m learning to face down the wind, we’ll learn to live with our barriers. … More Facing down the wind
As I near the close of a second month in quarantine, the dust has settled on the initial shock of social separation. It seems we’ve now collectively nestled into new routines. I’m beginning to loosen my tight grip on connectivity and shift my attention back into the present. As if by magic, I’m beginning to hear my own voice in my head again. Slowly but surely, my words are finding their way out. … More Quarantine Month Two: New routine, consuming less, and slowing time.
So is it the journey or the destination that counts? I would argue it’s neither. … More The age-old debate of journey vs. destination…
My week in Costa Rica was so full and rich that it felt like it could’ve been longer; each day so action packed that it could’ve been two. I’ve gotten lots of questions about how I planned my trip, so instead of simply narrating the experience, I’ve provided links and a few tips. … More COSTA RICA: How I planned my escape to paradise
I ran my first marathon on April 14 in 4 hours and 13 minutes. I crossed the finish line and burst into tears of joy; I’ve never felt so proud of an accomplishment. Perhaps some people wake up one morning and get the inkling that a marathon might be a fun idea, some might get … More Finishing What I Started: My First Marathon, Beating My Past Self, and Other Personal Stories
I’m creeping up on the 6-month mark of my move to London. As I write this, I’m sitting on the Eurostar, watching the French countryside roll by as the sun sets over little towns and farmland and the gut twisting knot of tristesse and nostalgia slowly loosens its grip on my stomach. … More Living Between Two Countries: a heart in Paris, a home in London
For Americans who just heard about the election oh, this week, or are a little confused on socialism, 11 candidates in the first round of elections, and what “FN” or “centrist” means in a French context: I’m here to share my experience. (Note: this is a superficial overview and based on my own understanding; I invite you to learn more on your own from more reputable sources.) … More An American Rundown on the French Election
After 8 fairly sleepless hours on the plane, the cabin lights clicked on and I realized they were serving breakfast. It felt like I had barely blinked since the weird chicken in some sort of creamy sauce had been served, and suddenly an unidentifiable pastry was being placed before me. I checked the time on … More How to Live in Two Time Zones
As we smiled at each other, I realized that we are really quite similar, you and I. Each for our own reasons, we have chosen to come to Paris and make a home, and suddenly there we were, in the same place, at the same time, making the most of it. … More A Letter to The Stranger in the Tent City
The Transition Artist 