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.
First Impressions of San Francisco (two weeks in)
My goal with these entries is to describe my travels: what I see, what I experience, what I learn, and what I feel. With any big shift, the world seems to be moving faster than I can keep up with so I will try my best to give frequent reflections on living in San Francisco.
The Neon Glow, Reflecting Upon Growing Up
It’s night— sky starless, streetlights absent, roads barn of human life except for the neon sign illuminating in the distance. There is a sensational pull of light mimicking the insect attractions to all that glows as we grown closer to its source. It’s 8:43 pm. Seems early for the world to be asleep beyond the sign that welcomes us. And welcome we are to a place none other than Burger King, home of the Impossible Whopper.
Recounting Allegany: Black Bears, Barefoot Hikes, and Beautiful Nights
This past week I went on my first adult-less trip. I mean, technically, 18 legally constitutes an adult, but socially, we all know 18-year-old boys aren’t exactly mature.
My friends John and Andrew joined me on a 4-day camping trip to Allegany State Park in New York.
Everyday Adventures, Hiking the Niagara Gorge
Last week I went on an unexpected hike, with some unexpected people, going on an unexpected adventure.
I was busy. My to-do list said I shouldn’t go, but the desperate autumn grasps drew me in as I knew their grips would not hold on much longer.
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