Why is everyone I idolize dead? I thought as I laid quietly in bed.
I had just finished Anthony Bourdain’s A Cook’s Tour and needed a moment to let it all sink in. The ending of a book is usually a moment of somber reflection for me. It’s a ritual that begins by reading the last page or paragraph twice, maybe three times, before closing it silently and falling into my thoughts. Each story is an emotional and mental investment and seeing it come to a close is like ending a relationship. You need some time to accept its conclusion and move on. Continue reading “On hope and endings”
So often in life, giving up is synonymous with failure. We feel defeated when we have to walk away and admitting that we’ve lost can be so unbearable to come to terms with that we push it under the rug. Continue reading “On giving up”
The past several months a few of my close friends and family have patiently put up with my wild career soul searching. On a near-weekly to monthly basis I flip-flopped around, trying to find the path that would allow me to do work that I loved while continuing to live abroad and travel the world. Continue reading “The next chapter”
Riding the bus out through the mountains surrounding San Martin, I felt nothing but a sense of relief. It was as if my own mountain-sized burden had tumbled off my back and was left there, dust settling around it, as we rolled on homeward to Madrid. Continue reading “A sigh of relief”