Adventures at Home: Trying Out Mountain Biking

 Earlier today I was talking with someone about how I love to write about my experiences but that lately I’ve felt like I haven’t had many exciting experiences to write about. His response: “write about the unexciting ones.”    I attempted mountain biking for the first time without any prior experience. I ended up walking…

The Wonder of Angkor

Today I am disappearing into pictures from Cambodia. It’s cold today, and Memphis finally got some snow (very dusty, powdery stuff). As I reminisce, I realize that I never wrote a post about the Angkor Temples. For something so wondrous, and vast, and well-known, it surprises me that I didn’t blog about this part of…

Sticking (Or Playing With Words)

We stick together like glue,We, who don’t know what to do.We wander, or dance, in dimly lit halls,Entranced in mirrorsLooking askancearticulatingexpressionismAcutely certain of myself.Don’t think too hard–you’ll hurt yourself–When you smile until your face cracks.Forget the facts;stretched like rubber bands,truth dances on wire.we stand, arms erect,with fishing netsbelow.(Just let it falluntil you findwhat you are…

Christmas In Vietnam

Typical motorbike traffic in Ho Chi Minh City.Photo credit:Noemi Agagianian I’m really sucking at Christmas this year.Most people in my neighborhood have already finished their Christmas shopping, sent cards and letters, hosted parties, strung lights and cozied up by the fire place at least thrice. I, on the other hand, bought a handful a presents…

Memphis Time: On Slowing Down (A picture book)

I took a walk on the Mississippi River and saw a fisherman in his boat.  I watched him circling around the river, directing his floating chariot, unaware of passersby or stalkers like me, content to float downstream. Memphis, Tennessee I thought of the fisherman in Myanmar fishing, alone for hours. The water might not be…

Are Christians resigned to wander?

“‘They straightway left their nets and followed Him’ (Mathew 4:20). The Apostles did not grudge leaving their nets for the Lord’s sake, although they were perhaps their only property…we, likewise, for the Lord’s sake, ought to leave everything that hinders our following Him…all the many and various nets in which the enemy entangles us in…

On Being Home, Awake

One of the biggest life lessons I keep coming back to from all of my travels is that life hits you in the face when you least expect it, and it hits you in a very big, very real way. Life is uncomfortable. Travelling is uncomfortable. It’s new and different. It can be very strange….

Post-Grad: Making the Best of The Time You Have

A cliche title, but this is how I feel right now… And once again, boxes are packed and suitcases are standing in my bedroom. Where I am going this time? It’s tempting to say “nowhere,” but that isn’t true. I’m moving back home. Such a short sentence carries with it so much weight and societal…

An Ode to My Tevas

One of the weird subjects you end up discussing when backpacking are your own feet. Specifically, you talk a lot about footwear. For example, I figured out many years ago that I hate flipflops and would rather go barefoot than wear uncomfortable shoes (which I have done many times). Nothing ruins a trip faster than…