Acceptance (and monkeys and weddings) in Pakistan
Pakistan is going splendid, splendid splendid.
I’ve been dreaming of a white christmas, but instead of snow, it’s smog
I stretch the curtains wide, inviting the world into my day. Looking for the autos and cars chasing the streets, I see nothing. A blank canvas covers the world just beyond the balcony railing. It’s 10am; only now are the edges of the middle ground buildings lining the landscape. Is it fog? Smog? Probably a mixture of both.
Welcome to Delhi.
No exceptions (still in india)
Whoop, whoop, surprise, surprise, Stephanie is in another part of India. I am not sure how I manage to crave stability and create a schedule that prevents all forms of such occurrences, but here we are
Big Fat Indian Wedding
I think we are at a point where each week is going to be plot twist upon plot twist. This week what I am writing about already feels like a different era of existence, even though it was only ~4 days ago.
45-82% Silly: Stephanie in Valparai, India
Just to get us all on the same page, I am in India.
Flights Cancelled, Planes Delayed, and the layovers that subdue irritations
plane, layover, plane, layover, plane cancelled, new plane, rest.
Oh Taiwan, I think you saved me.
Because of Taiwan, I know who I am, as myself. I know my ties to land, people, and my body.
Less about Taipei, more about being tired
To the outside world, and to describable English, my path makes little sense. I am decently confused and disoriented yet deeply directed and purposeful in my core. There is a sensation beneath my rib cage, somewhere in my chest, that indicates that I am doing just as I need to be doing in this moment. While my work is not lucrative (yet), I am working.
Jumbling Back to Taipei, Taiwan
Holding my sign up high, I put up my thumb. And then I was off.
The Intersection Got a FamilyMart and They’re Calling it Downtown (Taiwan)
Noah Kahan has a song describing small town energy: “The intersection got a Target // And they’re calling it downtown.” Replace Target with FamilyMart and that about describes the village I am in.
That is to say, the village is villaging.
The Eastern Coast of Taiwan
More and more of my headspace is being allocated to the external details of my environment. I am studying how my body interacts with space. This is a good sign— an indication that perhaps I am pushing outside the six-year tornado my brain has been nonstop producing.
Purposefully Confused in Taiwan
So here I am, back in Taiwan ready to revisit the places where I was most vulnerable. To stand where I once stood with a new confident stance.