travel
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Where We Are
This space is meant to be dedicated to the spaces I’ve inhabited and the things they’ve shown me, though I feel I have held much back. Since my last post about Miami, I have been to Kansas City three times for work. I have been to Scottsdale and Las Vegas/St George on bachelor parties, to Continue reading
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Skylines
I write this after things have ended, not knowing where to begin. My friend Jong Won, JW, visited the USA from Korea for the first time since we were in High School. When we were in Korea together we called our old buddy Dane and made grand plans; visit our school, drink in The Twin Continue reading
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Paris Again
I watched Midnight in Paris on the plane and wondered if I was idealizing a different era in my own life. Paris is exactly as I remember and not at all. I learned from at least one mistake, and booked my room for the previous night so I could get into it when I finally Continue reading
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Balinese Blues (January 27, 2023)
Yesterday we were meant to go to a beach club called Savaya to see a French DJ with a French guy we met. We woke up to pouring rain, and couldn’t imagine how the show would go on. An hour before the venue was scheduled to open, they posted an instagram story, “Even in paradise Continue reading
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Singapore Sling, Bali High, Etc. (Jan 25, 2023)
For about two days I knew how to say “Happy New Year” in Chinese. I’m not even sure if it was Mandarin or Cantonese. Owen is constantly teaching me little phrases in Thai, and I get lost trying to get the tones right. There is no room for other language. We managed to meet up Continue reading
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The travelogue: Part I (2012)
I had been home from Israel for 2 weeks. Taglit was exhaustingly illuminating. I immediately wanted to go back to Tel Aviv, sort of wished I had saved this trip for a time in my life where I was feeling better, could have been more confident, more social, more outgoing. Better. The end of the Continue reading
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Late Nights, Early Flights (2014)
I never sleep well before I travel somewhere. Doesn’t matter how far I’m going, a creeping anxiousness comes between me and my blankets as I try to get well rested before sitting on a plane. I’m done living in Lauderdale. Tomorrow I’m flying to Puerto Rico with my British friend. I don’t know how long Continue reading
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Ultimates
Let’s say you’re in a golf cart with a drunk Floridian man with slightly grayed hair, brown leather skin, and he’s excitedly telling you about the young women who’ve regretted waking up with him. His driving doesn’t seem to be affected by the drink. He presumably does all of his driving while drinking, probably only Continue reading
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Notes for a Friend going to Europe
Have a journal and let it be more than another weight in your backpack. Write every day so that those days may stay alive on the pages where you left them, waiting to be lived again. I’m not saying you won’t remember it if you don’t, you are doing something memorable, but you can’t share Continue reading
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Lost in Lille part I
I arrive at the train station in Lille, sober after the contemplations of aging perspective. I finish my orangina, scarf down my pain de chocolate and come to a sudden realization; I have absolutely no clue how to get to the Hostel Gastama. I step out into the drizzling rain, thankful my friend Anthony had Continue reading
About Me
Tethered to Cincinnati but interested in the world.
Maxwell's Lost Again 