Returning to the USA

Day Three: Sonora Solo Travel

March 27, 2022March 27, 2022 First Person ForeignArizona

How can borders be so simple and so strange? I am driving and I pass over an invisible line and everything changes: the pavement, the signs, the language on the signs, miles into kilometers, food[…]

The Lockdown

December 4, 2019December 4, 2019 First Person ForeignDoubts

One time my sister and I were playing in a borrowed minivan when we were young. We were making a family trip to Tennessee where we would stay in a cabin for free: borrowed leaves,[…]

On The Border 2: Intake for the First Time

June 30, 2019June 30, 2019 First Person ForeignBeauty

(Picture borrowed from Google search of Tucson Benedictine Monastery). I had been getting intake emails since I got added to the list serve with subjects like “50 Guests Arriving at 1pm.” After a 2-hour training[…]

On the Border 1: Intake Training for Immigrant Shelter

June 28, 2019June 28, 2019 First Person ForeignArizona

After my first week in Tucson, I went to a Desert Doves’ Meeting. Who are the Desert Doves? RPCVs (Return Peace Corps Volunteers) who live in Tucson. All of us individually at some point in[…]

Tempering the Tension | Life after Peace Corps

June 25, 2019June 25, 2019 First Person ForeignArizona

Good News: when I wrote this post, I was fresh to grad school, Tucson, the USA, my house, modern appliances… I have settled into some kind of rhythm here. Yes, I still feel lost at[…]

What I Miss (Bonus Post): Buen Provecho

May 28, 2019May 28, 2019 First Person ForeignBlank Slate

I sat at a bar graduation party on a patio, my new roommate’s graduation party, and I didn’t know what to do with my hands. My new roommate has tattoos and a septum ring and[…]

The First Week of Graduate School and My Last Post.

May 21, 2019May 21, 2019 First Person ForeignBeauty

Hello All. It’s a Sunday night and you can catch me writing my blog and procrastinating further studying for a statistics exam tomorrow. Statistics. I want to be a high-school Spanish teacher. I repeat: Spanish.[…]

Moving Across the Country (2): Mess with Texas

May 11, 2019May 11, 2019 First Person ForeignBlank Slate

Driving across East Texas mile marker after mile marker and being hosted by friendly strangers

Ready or not, USA (2)

May 5, 2019May 5, 2019 First Person ForeignChanges

You want to know how I’m doing, right? Well, I’m exactly three weeks back yesterday and I’ll disband the suspense: I’m doing fine. The people who love me have been asking this question, how are[…]

Ready or not, USA (1)

April 26, 2019April 28, 2019 First Person ForeignChanges

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[…]