Where I Can Breathe

Where I Can Breathe

This blog post is the result of a joint adventure shared with The Rewriter. We previously did this for Purdue University’s Spring Fest. The way it works is you can read her account first, or mine, and then visit the other one! 

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Frodo sits along the Pacific Ocean on an Otago, New Zealand, autumn day.

I spent some time toward the end of my trip thinking about constants. I didn’t have many constants over the last year. I had consistent intangibles, like support, communication with family and friends, and people I could always go back to, but my surroundings and the people in them changed frequently. My only tangible constants were a ripped suitcase, a grey backpack, and a fuzzy toy kiwi named Frodo. Everything else was new every day, every week, every month. It was exciting!

Yet, it also became exhausting. I thought a lot about sleeping in the same bed for more than a few nights in a row, my own pillows, my own blankets, and various other creature comforts.

These are things I have reveled in, being home. Continue reading “Where I Can Breathe”

Scotland at Last and an Accidental Trip to Inverness

Scotland at Last and an Accidental Trip to Inverness

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Sunrise at West Sands, St Andrews.

I drove north across the border of England and Scotland a couple of weeks ago, and it was a milestone moment.

My family is from Scotland and I’ve grown up with movies, music and food from here. I’ve wanted to visit for a long time and through several twists and turns didn’t until now. Being here means a lot.

So I’ve enjoyed Scotland, and have so far visited Dumfries, St Andrews (where my grandparents met), and Edinburgh, and — accidentally — Inverness.  Continue reading “Scotland at Last and an Accidental Trip to Inverness”

Birds in the Airport and Star Wars Over Breakfast: Traveling and the First Day in New Zealand (Part One)

Birds in the Airport and Star Wars Over Breakfast: Traveling and the First Day in New Zealand (Part One)

It’s rainy, and looks to be that all day, so I’m spending the time organizing pictures and my living space. I will eventually need to go out in the rain (it’s good I brought my umbrella), but for now, I’m just cozy in my Auckland hobbit hole.

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About to go through security. Photo source: me mum.

At the Indianapolis International Airport, my suitcase weighed in at 42.5 pounds, and my backpack weighed somewhere around 15 pounds. These two pieces of luggage are my life for this year.

As I finalized my packing the morning I left, I went every which way, trying to figure out where to start. I kept saying, “This is insane. I am crazy,” and variations of that. The whole thing didn’t seem real. (I ended up pinching myself about three hours into the Indy to L.A. plane ride. I was awake.) Continue reading “Birds in the Airport and Star Wars Over Breakfast: Traveling and the First Day in New Zealand (Part One)”