From August, 2018

Red Car Conversations & Cafe Photoshoots

Yesterday was incredible. Sometimes, just sometimes, I love people. I had been badgering the son of the woman who hosted us in Dublin, a deputy editor for a travel magazine, and after about a month of interrogation, I finally had the chance to sit down with him and interview him for The Podcast. Today, he flies to LA for two days for a photo shoot. And since he works for an airline company, I imagine him hamming it up with champagne and some classy dinnerware. Say hi to my parents for me? I met him on the west side of…

To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before

“Well, what do you put into a contract for a real relationship?”–Lara Jean “Nothing. You gotta trust. You gonna break my heart Covey?”–Peter   Lately, I’ve been really self-absorbed. I bought two books, Conversations With Friends by Sally Rooney and Love and Other Consolation Prizes by Jamie Ford a few days ago because the plots and characters seemed very similar to me and my life. I watched To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before because the plot, especially the main character, reminded me so much of me. This Asian-American girl with a white father and an older sister who goes to university…

Beginnings and Ends

Sublimation: a phase transition from a solid to a gas, without passing through an intermediate liquid state of being It’s been nearly a month since we left the torrent of Middelburg and began the adventure of Dublin. But where does this adventure actually begin? I can’t draw clear lines between one experience and the next, as they seamlessly flow together. I think. Did my adventure of Dublin begin with the moving process away from Middelburg? Did it begin with the formal conclusion of my time in university? How am I supposed to measure my personal growth, or organize life-changing experiences…

Heels Over Head

I hate how I try so hard to prevent things from happening “the wrong way” just to end up hanging upside down, heels over head. Seconds ago I was head over heels. How does this happen? A two week intense romance, is just that. Intense. But I’m a romantic, and didn’t listen to the intensity too much. On our first date I felt pulled towards him. This stranger cloaked in shadow, hidden behind cigarette smoke. He was so different than the others. Tattoos on both arms, sunglasses on a cloudy Monday evening. He felt reckless. I’ve only felt that strong…