Joshua Tree

Joshua Tree

A place like Joshua Tree makes me feel closer to a God that I don't even believe in. There is an air of magic over it, almost separate from reality. Yet if anything, it's more real than all the rest of the manmade reality in which I live. I don't know how I haven't been to Joshua Tree in my thirteen years of living in California, but I'm not sure I could have ever been as grateful to see it as right now. I remember dismissing a friend who said that life might never go back to "normal" a few…

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Some Memories

Some Memories

I used to remember everything. Well, not *every*thing, I didn't have a superpower, but I remembered a lot of details, dates, encounters... There were countless occasions where I would remember the exact date something happened, but would hesitate to say it out loud so I didn't seem creepy. That's not the case anymore, getting older is no joke! It's not as easy to recall specific details and more instances where I would forget entire memories that I used to hold close. Yet perhaps counterintuitively, I feel like I can remember memories, sometimes pretty distant ones, more vividly than before. They…

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An Escape to Toronto

An Escape to Toronto

Every trip is an escape from the everyday life. But perhaps because of the coldness or my tiredness after a sleepless red-eye flight, the four days I spent in Toronto felt particularly removed from reality in the best way. From coming up with the idea of going to Toronto to booking plane tickets, it only took my friend Koki and me a few hours to plan this trip. The fact that February is arguably the worst month to visit Toronto didn't even cross our minds. Once it did, it did little to nothing to dampen the thrill from making an…

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The Things That Matter

The Things That Matter

"If you only knew how little I know about the things that matter" "What things that matter?" "You know what things." Anyone who knows me would have spent some time hearing me talk about Call Me By Your Name. These quotes are from one of my favorite scenes in the movie, perhaps because it neatly sums up why I love it so much - it represents a lot of what matter the most to me. This summer, I lived out my dream of being in the world of the movie when I visited Northern Italy, walked the paths of Elio…

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Florentine Moments

Florentine Moments

After a train, a plane, another two trains, and a bus that made an unpredictable detour, I made my way from Paris to Florence. I was exhausted, but taken right away by the alleyways and the cafes. If I were still in a bit of daze in Paris, by this point I was starting to discover how liberating solo traveling was, as I kept surprising myself by how effortless it was to live in the moment. My time there seems a little distant now, but a lot of moments still jump out at me and make me feel just as…

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Snapshots of Paris

Snapshots of Paris

It's hard to fully feel confident doing something until you have seen yourself do it successfully in practice. Paris was the first stop on my solo trip for no reason other than it being one of the cheapest places to fly into in Europe. In theory, I knew I would love solo travel, and I had been on my own for a few days in Quebec City earlier this year; but I was really nervous before leaving. Once in Paris, I felt better.  I was excited to taste the total freedom, despite being disoriented half the time by jet lag…

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