2017-09-19
I’ve had a lot of adventures in the past few weeks. Things that make good stories. Things that probably would have made good blog posts. But whenever I sat down to write something up, I realized I wasn’t inspired to share these stories. After two weeks in India, I began to wonder if that was...
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i check in to my suitcase-hostel find home in overflowing pockets and zippers that won’t close every stony street sings lullabies to my tired luggage heart beat thuds and wheels that ache i find home in airport-limbo and goodbyes that still linger as i write this i find closure where i can and mourn the...
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The first day I arrived in my host family, my grandmother me an old book called Bitter Discourses. It smelled of curry and old dust, but she said it was one of her most sacred books, and to not damage it, or specifically, put it on the floor. As I began reading, one of the...
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Liquids aren’t the most defined matter. Taking the shape of whatever container they inhabit, liquids constantly change forms. Not reliable like solids, or mysterious like gasses, fluid substances are hard to pin-point—literally. I could talk about the solid food I’ve been eating – white bread, white rice, and white flavorless corn – or the disgusting...
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2017-09-17
One of the first things you learn at Global Launch is the idea of the W curve. A wavy line that roughly resembles a W is shown a projector and the GCY staff tries to make it clear that in the beginning you will feel great, the top of the curve, aka the honeymoon phase....
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2017-09-17
My bridge year, like most endeavors I take on, has been great so far in large part because of the people I have met and those who support me. I am so grateful for my newfound family in the Brazil cohort, who are always down to jump in the ocean fully clothed, stay up late...
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Today we embark on a new journey in new places, with new people and new communities. As we goodbye to people we love that are family we all have this unspoken connection it’s unspoken because it was forced. As I stand here looking at all of you, I remember a moment when I realized you...
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