What is home? (a nomad reflects)
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home. – Matsuo Basho
I’ve done a lot of moving in my life in attempt to discover where I belong. I’ve moved from Portland, Oregon, down to Chico, California, then further still to Oceanside, California. And when we were fed up with the West Coast, we decided to give Alabama, my then-boyfriend’s home state, a try. After that, it was Thailand.
Awkward weird dates, I’ve had a few…
It’s been years since I wrote a painful-but-true Valentine’s Day post, so I thought I’d dust off the ‘ol corners of the brain, and pull out the EMBARRASSING MOMENTS file for your stupid holiday pleasure. Enjoy.
Looking back to move forward: What changes will you make this year?
Many years ago, I was chatting with an old college friend and he confided that he always felt like one of the keys to a perfect life was eluding him.
“What do you mean?” I said.
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What’s your relationship with money?
I had a complicated (and unhealthy) relationship with money and like a lot of issues that need examining, this one starts with childhood.
At home
My mother is obsessed with it. My father was frugal, but beyond that he hasn’t influenced me like my mother because he died when I was very young. I knew he was good about eating leftovers for lunch, and even if the leftovers were small and hardly worth saving, he’d save it anyway. This was probably because he grew up during China’s Cultural Revolution.
Do you have a kitchen? Do you cook?
Do you have a kitchen? Apparently, that’s not such a strange question to ask. It’s believed that by 2030, kitchens will be either shared or smaller due to more people ordering-in.
Things I understand now that I’m an adult
Remember when you were a kid and you’d look up at all the things that adults did and you’d go – WHY? Well, I don’t wonder anymore.
// Passing out after work
