While I was in college, I was convinced that 27 was going to be my peak year. I dreamed that at 27 I would be successful (not sure doing what), fit, in love with someone, have a small group of friends and most importantly be very happy. I felt as a young 20-year-old that I…… Continue reading How I Feel at 28
My siblings and I pick on my mom a lot. Always out of love, of course, and one of the things she sometimes says when eating something tasty is “yum, yum, I just had a good bite!” Even though we joke about the expression, I really feel that it is often justifiable because there is…… Continue reading Yum, Yum, I Just Had a Good Bite!
My fondest memories of travel have little to do with the history of a country or the culture that I experienced. Some of the memories I have closest to my heart have to do with finding joy and happiness in the unexpected, such as when a rainstorm suddenly arises. Onetime when I was 8 years…… Continue reading Discovering Joy in the Unexpected: The Story of a Trash Bag
The more I travel, and the more I age, I am more inspired by nature than by human-made cities, churches or monuments. I find myself craving to be outside breathing in fresh air, laying in grass or sunbathing by the seaside. I am constantly surprised by the beauty of the world! After spending 2 weeks…… Continue reading London: Stopping to Smell the Roses
From New York, to now London, I am constantly reminded by how many people we are on this earth. In megacities like these, I can hardly walk down any given street without seeing another human. We are so many people now, that we are starting to ruin what could be considered nice human experiences. Things…… Continue reading We are Too Many People
I’m not sure which chapter I am on anymore, so let’s call it 879. Just as a brief recap, for those of you who need one (including myself sometimes!): 2014 – fell in love with a Colombian (Santiago) while working at the same consulting firm in Kenya 2015 – moved to Bogota, Colombia with my…… Continue reading Chapter 879: Summer 2018
It’s not easy to move. Beside the actual act of packing and moving, it’s emotionally tiring. Saying bye to coworkers and friends, not knowing the next time you will see each other again is hard. People with whom you have created a little world together. I like to trick myself into thinking it’s more like…… Continue reading Goodbye, My Dear New York Friends