One of the things I enjoy most about traveling is documenting my adventures in as many forms as I can.
In August, I wrote a post checking in on the progress of my New Year’s Resolutions of 2017. Having felt like I succeeded fairly well in completing the majority of them, I spent a lot of the past two months considering what I wanted to focus on in the coming year.
Hello world! Over the past year, I’ve recommitted myself to my blog – giving myself a schedule of consistently posting once a month and being able to keep up with it has been cathartic and healing for me.
One of my long-time dreams is to go on an extended urban backpacking vacation through Europe, as my dad once did when he was young and living the broke Ph.D. life in Paris. I told my boyfriend about this dream not long after we started dating, and he said, “let’s do it.”
I dance with my classmates in ballet class, acutely aware of my largeness compared to their petite figures. I listen as my friend tells me her thighs are too big, and I silently wonder if mine are too big as well.
I don’t see the Citgo sign as the bus drives into Boston because my attention is on the man sitting next to me. The bus ride to Boston, once seeming days long, feels short this time.
I was never much of a believer in New Year’s Resolutions. They’re not common in my culture – in China, we traditionally get new clothes for the new year – so I didn’t learn about them until I moved back to the U.S. for high school. From there I watched my peers make them and fail at them, and I
Over the past few months I’ve slowly come to realize that I’ve never truly put myself as a priority. I grew up trying to prove my worth to my parents. I’m not quite sure why; my parents, despite their faults, have always been fairly supportive of me and given me the freedom to make my own choices. Perhaps their own
June Goodbye, MIT. My friends take me out for my 21st birthday, and it is unexpectedly fun. I realize I can enjoy drinking when I’m around friends that I love and trust. I reinforce my taste for drinks where I can’t taste the alcohol. I learn that kahlua and I are not friends. I graduate. My dad is surprised that
I think we all have moments when people say things and we don’t know how to respond, but their words are remembered and we can almost taste our responses on our lips but they get caught in our throats. Here is a small collection of mine. “Why can’t you just get it?” My dad, trying to teach me math concepts