Another year in numbers (and words)

  Another year, another 12 months of crazy life lived: On numbers: 207 (approx) hours or 8.63 days spent in transit in airports or on airplanes 200+ hours of yoga in 2 months of teacher training 29 inches of snow in 1 DC snowstorm 18 different airports 7 (ish) books read for pleasure (Pitiful! Although I will…

How a Swing Set Explains the World

My big Soviet block housing building in Sosnivka opened onto a large courtyard. It was snow covered in winter, verdant spring, sun drenched in summer, and copper-coloured with turning leaves in the autumn. If I stood on my crumbling concrete balcony (which didn’t do often: I was always nervous it would fall straight off the…

Into the Winter

One if by land, two if by sea…is it three if by air? My last few weeks of winter freedom (before the insanity of work and grad school recommences) were spent in Boston, a winter wonderland if there ever was one. While many of my friends and colleagues were escaping to Florida and California to soak…

Reflections

Just about two years ago, I completed my Peace Corps service in Ukraine. It’s amazing to me that it’s been so long! How is it that it was more than 48 months ago that I was living in Sosnivka, teaching English, and living off smetana and pelmeni? I’m getting too old I guess…time is beginning…

Coffee and Kayaking: Sweden Part II

There is a very long list of cities in which I’d someday love to live. San Francisco is high on that list. So are Seattle, Portland, and Chicago. There are plenty of international locations, too. I could grow used to drinking sweet mint tea in Marrakech, pints of Guinness in Dublin, or café au lait…

And Again Goodbye

As a student in Paris, I fell entirely in love. With the city, my host family, a boy, my friends: life was blissful. I was in love with the world that year. Yet when it ended and I left Paris, I didn’t cry. I don’t even remember feeling sad. I left Paris behind, and returned to California without much…

The Time Traveler

I’m moving backwards in time. Seventeen months ago, I left Ukraine. I flew on a Pegasus Airlines flight from Ukraine to Istanbul. Tonight I’m making that journey in reverse. This morning, I left from Stockholm. There, everyone spoke English perfectly; in cafes, people paid with plastic; drinks were served cold; and everyone had a smart phone. By…

Coffee and Kayaking: A Trip to Sweden

Musing and reflection may soon follow, but for now, simply some photos from my week spent drinking coffee, learning Swedish, kayaking in the archipelago, exploring Stockholm and Uppsala, and generally having a fabulous time in Sweden.

Aimer, Vivre, et Voyager For Ever and For Always

Today was colder. The last week was sunny and warm, but today the Big Gray returned to Troyes. Yet evidence of spring remained. On what was my very last walk to school, as I pulled my scarf tighter around my neck to combat the breeze, I passed a beautifully flowering tree. As the wind blew,…

The Contrarian Path

A friend recently described me as occupying a stage in life when one is prone to wandering and adventuring. Is that true? Am I going through a phase, or is this just the way I am: a constant wanderer, ever craving a new scene? Although I have spent the last few years wandering, now, for the…

She Loves Paris, Yoga, and the Sun

Although on this side of the pond the winter has really been quite mild, the first sunny weekend of the year still feels like heaven on earth. After a winter of gray, the first beams of sunlight always seem like gifts from the gods, don’t they!? Adding to the glory of a weekend of lovely…

Moments detached from time

There are moments in life when all that is left to do is sit back, sip your wine, and wonder at the spectacular beauty of the world. These are the moments I chase. This is why I travel. This is why I sit through the awkwardness and the discomfort that often come with living as…