I give you: The Case of the Shattered Glass Ceiling.
*cue MUSIC! Intense MUSIC!*
Having one Qtip jammed up into my brain and then another one scraped against my esophagus by a stranger dressed in a hazmat suit while I am locked inside a hotel room was decidedly not how I expected to celebrate my four year anniversary of moving to Hong Kong, but here we are. Thanks, Covid.
100 percent you don't have to count the last year of your life if you don't feel like getting older. The pandemic has stolen a lot from us: I'm inclined to agree that it was a wash of a year,... Continue Reading →
We saw dolphins in the surf on the second night, and I sprinted into the ocean to try and make friends (if I recall correctly, I did an Ace Ventura impression. It did not work but by golly, I felt alive). I shivered on the walk back to the dining commons, made two trips to the pasta bar, and then by silent, mutual consent, the group decided running was hard and pasta was good, and sporadic dolphin chasing missions were more fun and probably counted as cardio.
Press play. Simply to see something different than the 150 square feet of studio I call home, I booked a hotel. I wanted to soak in a bubble bath and order room service and wear nothing but a robe for... Continue Reading →
had i known a year ago that i was boarding my last flight to a foreign land i would have eaten the terrible plane food and enjoyed the indigestion
sometimes we cope by going to a Harry Potter cafe. We all have different ways of getting through life in the time of Corona. There should be grace for whatever methods you’re choosing, because times is hard (note: mounting a... Continue Reading →
I've been alive for over 13,000 days; 1,006 of them in Hong Kong, 88 of them in quarantine. Today I turn 36 years old. Here's to another trip around the sun.
(To set the mood, play “Piano Man” by Billy Joel and wear sweatpants while reading this, because that’s where I was when writing this.) (also eat goldfish crackers. It adds a special something.) After three delightful whirlwind weeks in the... Continue Reading →
Ah, New Year’s Eve; we meet again. The most anti-climatic of holidays. I have spent you in some pretty awesome ways - drinking on the streets in Hong Kong, singing in a piano bar on a ship in Antarctica, jumping... Continue Reading →
The last blog I posted was three weeks ago - the night we were released early from work because the protest situation was too unpredictable and we had to make sure students and staff could get home safely. I remember... Continue Reading →
me doing the most me in HK There are seasons where I am happy beyond reason to be living and traveling through this life solo; making all my own plans and decisions, spending money on frivolous things with no one... Continue Reading →
