Four-lettered words seem to be some of the most complicated: love, hate, pain, hope, home. If you ask a person to define them, there will never be one correct, all-encompassing answer. I love both my family and my dog, my significant other and sunrises, ice cream and freediving. Do I love them all the same way? Of course not (one would hope).Continue reading “On Travel + Life: How Do You Know If You’ve Found Home?”
“Well I guess that’s it,” my friend Tony said with a smirk behind his eyes on my last morning in Koh Tao. I had just ordered overnight oats at one of my favorite beachfront restaurants. His infamous punch line was coming.
“You’ll get on the ferry and leave Koh Tao forever and I’ll never see you again.”
What started as a laugh took a sharp left turn and instantly produced enough tears to soak my own overnight oats. Tony uses these kinds of lines to make a jab at the overdramatic scenes of leaving, but this morning was a little different because it was suddenly real.Continue reading “Saying Goodbye to Koh Tao”
I consider myself to be one of the luckiest people in the world, trapped on an island without Coronavirus, but there are still days when I long for home or a hug from a loved one. Sometimes the blue skies feel a little emptier knowing your family and friends are on another continent. You can’t see tropical beaches and sunshine if your mind is somewhere else.
Some days I face strong internal battles of guilt. I miss home and feel a little lonely, but simultaneously know that quarantine doesn’t get much better than this. So my mind chatters along, one half feeling invincible and the second half trying to drag the first half down a dark canyon of anxiety.Continue reading “Dealing With Quarantine Guilt”
Part of what lured me to Koh Tao in the first place was the fact that it’s a small island that seems to exist in an undisturbed parallel to the outside world. As the island lock down begins, these same qualities could come back to either haunt me or save me.
Starting April 1, and continuing for two weeks, the island will be closed to visitors – that means tourists and foreigners. Night ferries will bring in food and supplies every evening, and people are welcome to leave, but foreigners will no longer be permitted to enter.Continue reading “My Island Lock Down in Thailand”
In the current pandemonium that the entire world knows as Coronavirus, much of the population is facing a bit of a crisis (other than a potentially fatal flu): What should I do with all of my spare time since we’re being pushed into isolation?
Now, as society seems to be traversing a tightrope, people are being forced into the physical confines of their homes and the mental confines of their minds. It’s a scary thing, to be alone with ourselves. Most of us are never really alone, surrounded by the buzzing noises of social media, as well as the presence of friends and family.Continue reading “‘Social Isolation’: Turning Negativity into an Opportunity for Self-Discovery”
I wrote this little snippet while sitting on the night ferry, leaving Koh Tao for a quick visa run.
The night is young, stars awakening in the dimming daylight overhead. The evening air whispers promises of potential in my ears and grazes my skin with traces of what can only remind me of the ocean. So sweet are the moments between now and next which we often take for granted. Linger in the present. Stay a little while longer.Continue reading “My Floating Peace”
There are a lot of things I’ve wanted to write about recently: freediving, Thailand, living abroad, food, making a living. I’ve also been trying to find my viewpoint on all of these things, too. It’s one thing to have a thought or an idea, but another one entirely to be able to share it with others.Continue reading “What I Learned While Watching the Sun Set in Koh Tao”
The time has come and gone once again, as it always does, and my new 22 is rolling into 23. I feel like 23 is a very oddly shaped and ambiguous number. It’s somewhere in between the newfound fun of 21 and the semi-adultness (yes, new word creation) of 25.Continue reading “23 Years and Counting”
It’s strange, looking back on a life you had every intention of returning to. It almost feels like someone else’s now. A 9-5 job, full suit (most likely), long commutes, 10 year plans. Some people find comfort in those things, and so did a part of me. It’s kind of like a question stuck on a revolving carousel: Did home change while I was away, or was it me that changed? Maybe both?Continue reading “Learning to See Potential in the Unknown”