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
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’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
I live in a world where it is normal to breathe in all the people who happen to be headed the same direction as I am on my way to work. For an hour, I am pressed against strangers. Arms I don’t know rest on my head to hang on to the pole that steadies … More Fighting for Space in the City: The Commuter’s Pains and Little Glories
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
A little over a year ago I was in a bar celebrating the French Rugby team’s qualification for the 2016 Summer Olympics. It was monumental. Rugby 7s had never before been an olympic sport, and the French team had never set foot in an olympic arena. On the evening that I celebrated France’s qualification for the games, I celebrated … More The Olympian from Afar
I celebrated the Fourth of July in France. An American friend and I wanted to have a barbecue to celebrate, but since we both live in apartments where barbecues aren’t allowed, we decided to go for the next best thing and head to a park in Paris. We threw a picnic. I only have a … More Why I Am Happy to Celebrate America in France
I pass them every single day. I recognize them. The man in the metro who walks around with a small, dirty espresso cup after he plays the same, disjointed melody that might be Frank Sinatra, might be his own composition, on his clarinet. The heavy set woman with her hair covered who sits on a little … More The War on Pain
The Transition Artist 