An end-of-summer visit to the Neon Boneyard in Las Vegas, in haiku and photographs.
A collection of door images from around the world, from Macau to Malta and Granada to Lisbon.
After a recent conversation with my husband, I realized that our tiny house is the bastard child of these two very different dreams. Built on wheels, with a traditional facade and an interior with bits of modern design, the house is a confused byproduct of two goals and two lifestyles — and a symbol of my fragmented self.
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”
I was away for most of October, first for work — at the annual Automattic grand meetup in Park City, Utah — and then on a two-week road trip with Nick through Utah and Arizona. I’ve traveled so much around the world in the past two decades. This trip has easily become my favorite.
I caught the travel bug when I was in middle school, when our French teacher Ms. Paoli organized a trip to Paris in eighth grade, sans parents. I began to travel a lot after that — and never stopped. I now realize I was the girlfriend who left for long-term adventures abroad — to FranceContinue reading “Lost, found”
I came upon a 2011 piece by Pico Iyer, “Where Silence Is Sacred,” where he talks about growing up in chapels and the importance of stillness. I especially love this part, with my favorite bits in bold: I grew up in chapels, at school in England. For all those years of my growing up, we hadContinue reading “Exploration and changelessness”
Combined, our imaginations shape and create these places, now more than ever.
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)”
I recently had a long layover in Seoul and took the train into the city to wander for the day. With twelve hours, I did what I love most: explored a new city on my own, wandered down alleyways, hunted for street art, and got lost.