When we were planning our move and building our little house in 2014, I honestly didn’t know how I’d acclimate to a rural area, but after nine months of living in a small town, I love it. It’s just what I’ve needed, and it feels like home.
Tag Archives: place
Paris
We were in Paris the past five days. I’d not been there for 15 years, when I was studying abroad at 20. And yet we experienced Paris this past week like we had not aged: late nights and early mornings, beer and cigarettes, raving until 7 am, bread and butter and chocolate and nutella . .Continue reading “Paris”
Introducing the Little One
Our tiny house is nearly finished, so I wanted to share a preliminary tour. It’s been a year-and-a-half since I first wrote about moving out of San Francisco, wanting to make changes in my life, and moving toward living in a smaller, simpler space.
One Landscape Does Not Fit All
Our tiny house, at 131 square feet, will simply be the innermost core of our world.
Trying a Location On for Size
Trying a location on for size in our tiny house on wheels.
(Im)permanence: When I Travel
When I travel, I confront my past selves: the curious and idealistic, the wistful and unhappy versions of me.
A New Kind of Place
Combined, our imaginations shape and create these places, now more than ever.
On Time and Shaping Las Vegas
It feels odd, perhaps unnatural, to age in a place as timeless and anachronistic as Las Vegas: where night is masked as day, where clocks are nowhere to be found, where things happen and are never spoken of again once you’ve left.
This Is Not a ‘Travel Blog’ (But It Is a Travel Blog)
In her essay about life on tour with a rock band, Claire L. Evans says that travel teaches her more about time than it does about place. I agree. My favorite kind of “travel writing” — or I suppose writing about place — embarks on an inner journey, and uses a physical location as aContinue reading “This Is Not a ‘Travel Blog’ (But It Is a Travel Blog)”
Returning to Hanoi (and Giving a City Another Chance)
I remember then feeling I had to rise against it, that Hanoi was something to be conquered. Maybe I wasn’t in the right place; maybe it wasn’t the right time. You never really know with cities. They’re like people, and you don’t always hit it off.