Cambodia, Expat, lifestyle, Personal, Travel, United States

Snapshots.

@ Hilary's

Backlogged from April 16, 2015.

As I sit on a Wi-Fi-less plane with a few hours left on my first leg to New York, I’ve got little else to do than look at old snapshots in my Camera Roll on my iPhone.

Clearly a blessing as I skim through my phone’s thousands of photos that allow me to remember days past and memories that would only have faded with time and yet a curse as it sends my state of mind into a jumbled mess of nostalgia.

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lifestyle, Personal, Travel, United States

The punches.

The bridge

The blue hour varies from place to place, from time and from space.

To know this is a gift, a blessing and a curse.

Wouldn’t it be easier to release my hold on the world that I wish I knew?

To eat that proverbial oyster and swallow it hard along with my pride?

Is it pride or is it the need to fulfill my wanderlust?

Will that wanderlust fail me?

Did it fail my parents?

Did it ever leave them?

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Personal

Wait.

Sunday nights have this aura about them. They’re the entryway to the coming week- full of unknowns and possibilities- and a moment to look back on the one you just had. Tonight is the first time I’ve experienced the feelings I am now since I’ve been in New York, maybe even in the United States since I’ve been back. Now that it’s the eve of the 20th and a week or so before I go back to pack up my life, yet again, I’m starting to feel the weight of what it’s going to be like to start somewhere new again.

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Personal, Travel

New place.

Photo: Luke Mattson

Photo: Luke Mattson

It’s curious, being in this new place. There’s so much I’m unfamiliar with. Walking lightly cobbled streets that the soles of my shoes have never touched, ghosting my way under street lamps with a Cheshire small spread thick across my lips, scuttling down the subway steps in a false hurry to another new place.

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lifestyle, Personal, Travel, United States

Pilot.

In flight

These days I often feel like I’m starring in an episode of an HBO (okay, I could go for FOX– okay, even ABC fam) TV show. Generally the type that opens with a jazzy little theme song and a cheeky vignette of the different characters in a wide range of emotions: Anna laughing, Anna swilling mimosas at brunch with her friends, Anna hugging a boy right after a breakup, Anna eating a fresh slice with her friends, Anna hopping onto a plane with the perfect carry-on sized piece of luggage in hand, Anna navigating through the streets among her “co-stars”. How fun! How cute! How relatable! Continue reading

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