So, I booked a trip. I’ve been lucky to book so many before, but this one took some plotting. All of the layovers on the US dollar looked egregious: red eyes on opposite coasts, or[…]
Category: Packing
Airplane Mode (1): Back to Myself
June 30, 2021, 7:26am: The voice of Natalia LaFourcade pulsed through my mind as the puddle-jumper soared into the desert sky. If you are able, please listen to this song while you read: It honors[…]
Bombsalmic Vinaigrette at Tucson Airport
“I think they have balsamic dressing packets like that in the food court.” I laughed. “How does that help me now, Ma’am?” said my id. My superego suggested I keep quiet and won by a[…]
Moving Across the Country (2): Mess with Texas
Driving across East Texas mile marker after mile marker and being hosted by friendly strangers
Moving Across the Country (1) | Atlanta to Marshall, Texas
Since yesterday I’ve been nervous. A pit in my stomach and a glob of feelings in my throat. On my last official day in Atlanta, I had to get my tires rotated, finish packing my[…]
Ready or not, USA (1)
Now, I imagined this day a million ways (my departure) and none of them could have prepared me for what it actually was. Dropped off by friends, then up ’til the last second in the[…]
T-Minus Guatemala (Peace Corps Ending): Leaving Santa Clara La Laguna, My Home
The Wednesday before my departure was a dress rehearsal. I’ll explain what I mean by that. I had to go into the office for medical stuff, and for a meeting. I don’t recommend leaving site[…]
T-Minus Guatemala (Peace Corps Ending): The Last Santa Clara Day
I’ve called Santa Clara home since December 2, 2016. Abuelita, Clara and Rosario are all part of my story now, and me a part of theirs. And I know how hard it is going to[…]
T-minus Guatemala (Peace Corps Ending): The Wednesday Takes It All
On Tuesday night, I couldn’t sleep. A mac track of tasks hit me: packing for a travel day the next day, packing for leaving forever, plus all the work I had to do tomorrow. All[…]
T-Minus Guatemala (Peace Corps Ending): A Double-Feature, My Last Work Monday and Tuesday
Dios Mío. There aren’t other words. But this is a blog, so there are. On my second-to-last Monday in site (the 18th) I got myself out of bed, showered, coffee-powered and out the door to[…]