Tag Archives: Getting Philosophical

Merewether Beach

Baby, You Can Drive My Car

When I was in college, I drove a red ’97 Saturn, and I loved it. I felt like part of my identity was tied up in this car, this object, and part of me assumed we’d be friends forever. I abandoned the car before it abandoned me, of course. Eventually, I came back to claim […]

Varanasi, India

Lessons About Love From India

Last week I had an idea. I would write a post called “What Travel Taught Me About Love.” Not just romantic love, but all kinds of love. It would be enlightening and speak to everyone’s soul (including yours). Then I sat down to write it, and I couldn’t come up with anything. The more I […]

Newcastle Australia

What’s New With Me? Not Much.

Whenever someone asks me what’s new, I have the worst answer: “Not much.” It’s generic and obscure, but it’s my answer. Does anyone really want to hear about the mundane details of anyone’s life? – Somebody moved in upstairs, and every time they open and close their closet door it sounds like an angry beast […]


Practicing Sign Language

When we first started dating, Jared and I used to practice sign language together. The train from Hampton Court station to Waterloo was a particularly good place for doing this; all the fun of a road trip but no one has to keep their hands on the wheel. We could have been talking about anything […]


Learning to Dance Like Nobody’s Watching

Toward the end of sixth grade I transitioned from my cat phase and stumbled awkwardly into adolescence. I started to care what I looked like, and spent too long in front of the mirror shellacking down every last strand of frizz. Frizz maintenance required constant trips to the bathroom, including an obligatory stop right after […]


Scratching an Itchy Soul

Let me preface this post by saying that I love our apartment. I love having an oven and a closet. Walking to the beach. Speaking English. Not being stared at. But it’s happening again. The itch. Only this time, it’s a little bit different. It started after my mom came for a spontaneous visit. We […]