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Despite Feeling Guilty for Traveling, Sometimes You Just Have to Move On

Despite Feeling Guilty for Traveling, Sometimes You Just Have to Move On

I’ve visited ten countries in the past four years. It’s not an astronomical number, but that’s because I travel slowly. In fact, I’m inclined to just call it sporadic migration. I spent two-and-a-half years between Australia and New Zealand, followed by a year in Asia, which somehow blended into six months in America. It’s strange to be […]

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On Re-Entry and Reverse Culture Shock: Returning to the USA After 3.5 Years Abroad

On Re-Entry and Reverse Culture Shock: Returning to the United States After 13 Months in Asia

It’s 7am and the sun is rising. There’s a heavenly glow spread upon the rock cliffs that overlook the Gulf of Thailand. I scaled that jagged scarp last night just to get here. Waves crash and a hazy vapor of saltwater rises from the water. The blurry-eyed party-goers sway their bodies in unison; deep house […]

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How I Became a Man Without a Home

How I Became a Man Without a Home

When I left my home three years ago, I knew things would change in my absence. I just hadn’t anticipated it would happen like this. I’ve been traveling the world, on my own, for quite a good chunk of time. It’s been a life-changing journey, one filled with eye-openers and jaw-droppers, open hearts, expanding minds, […]

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Wandering the Streets of China: An Introspection. Is This Culture Shock?

Wandering the Streets of China: An Introspection. Is This Culture Shock?

I don’t even know where I am anymore. Sometimes my location on this great planet of ours doesn’t fully register until that Google Maps pin drops on my precise whereabouts. “Wow,” I think. I used to be there, and now I’m here. Less than two weeks ago I stepped foot on the Asian continent for […]

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After Traveling with a Credit Card, I’m Officially Screwed. Thanks, Mom.

After Traveling with a Credit Card, I’m Officially Screwed. Thanks, Mom.

My grandiloquent claims that “I’d be fine!” did not soothe my mother’s concern. Her words were cautious and careful, and she maintained a steady, warning tone. “It’s all good, Ma!” I’d claim. “I’m 24 years old—I’m an adult and I’m pretty sure I can handle traveling with a credit card. The minimum payments are small. […]

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