Wandering Star
Don’t be a hard rock when you really are a gem. – Lauryn Hill, Doo-Wop (That Thing) It was early November, perhaps even my first week back in Nosara. I had just settled into my new apartment, attended yoga teacher orientation, and gotten back on the surfboard. I was lying in someone else’s bed. Someone [...]
Strength Training
Although I had seen half of Mike’s shortboard wash onshore the evening before, I was undeterred from surfing Tuesday morning. LBK was still asleep in bed when I added a fresh coat of Sticky Bumps to my board and snucked out. I hoped to get an hour in the water before she awoke. I walked [...]
Race & Rootlessness
Sometimes, I think I like traveling and living abroad so much because in my home country, I am hyphenated: Asian-American. Abroad, “where are you from?” is an ‘of course’ question among backpackers, travelers, ex-pats alike. And when I says “the States” in my American English, they nod. I don’t have to worry that I misunderstood, [...]
On Not Playing Small
I am currently in an (in)decisive midst, wondering about The Big What Next? of my life. This dilemma is not merely geographical; nor is it simply about the next six months. With greater self-awareness, I am not about to put myself in a temporary holding pattern. To wait and scrimp and save until next season [...]
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