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when good things happen to bad years

If pressed, I’d call 2020 the best awful year I’ve ever had.

dispatch in the midst/math

A black garbage bin and two green recycling bins, each marked by the word "Pence."

It’s Sunday, the midst/math is over, and I finally feel together-enough to post.

3 weeks in

An arced bridge at the UC Davis Arboretum.

I don’t think I fully believed I would be Living in California until I got here, and even then, it was iffy.

things I hope to remember

I don’t know how to say goodbye to this house, not only because my memory keeps it close, but also because it hasn’t quite sunk in yet that I am Moving Out.

I. More meditations on the “abroad” & acclimations to the non-norm. I had been looking forward to marking this blog’s first birthday, which actually occurred almost a week ago now. I thought I would go back to that first post and find several of the resolutions I thought I remembered posting, and perhaps make thisContinue reading “re-addressing re(-)solutions”

culturally not-too-shocking

welcome back, enjoy your coffee!

to summer-ize

A panoramic view of NEMO's rooftop. To the left of the image, people stand in the distance, looking out at the clear blue sky, and harbor/city buildings below us. Moving toward the right, red flowers, then pink, then orange and yellow sit in rows, and people sitting in the distance and enjoying the weather become visible.

some april revelations, recent adventures, and weather-induced nostalgia.

whose city is it, anyway?

don’t get cocky. you’re still bad with change and directions.

lost time

getting a little lost. it turns out alright.

homebody

Content note: this post contains direct references to needles and blood (in the context of tattooing). It is the day before I leave for Amsterdam and my newest little tattoo has healed very well. There was no need to wrap it in plastic; no need to sop up the inky fluids that drip from myContinue reading “homebody”