Water

From the Midwest, to the mountains of Z├╝rich, the rough streets of Johannesburg, to my final destination: picturesque Cape Town, South Africa. How silly of me to think it would be as it was before. The mountains still stand, clouds rolling over the top of Table Mountain like waves, the lively streets are the same, the familiar shops greet me, but it’s different. I’m different. I play my own movies of what was, feelings of another time, I know this change, in fact I’m aware enough to expect it, but now I feel it. Continue reading “Water”

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I Think I Can

What did I get myself into? How did I end up here? Providence, Rhode Island. Brown. Reoccurring thoughts cart-wheel through my busy mind as I kick up crispy orange/yellow leaves scattered about the old New England campus. The truth is – it’s hard. I’m struggling. When I’m having a hard time, I don’t write. Because what if you knew that I doubted myself? That I questioned if I’m smart enough and capable enough to be here? Maybe I am if I believe I am. Some days I do and others I don’t, but I show up anyway. Continue reading “I Think I Can”

Tides

Something is wrong. I wake up in the night with sharp, shooting pains in my stomach and spend the next 2 days on a mattress surrounded by onlookers to my public illness. I don’t care – I’m deliriously sick. I can’t keep anything down, even water makes me violently ill. God, Universe, Something (Italian doctor in Nosy Be) – please make me well again. A remote island isn’t an ideal place to be ill, and the only way to get treated is a nauseous, choppy boat ride to the next biggest island – Nosy Be. Take off your shoes, lay on the cool tile floor in what appears to be a hospital, and enter when you are called in for a blood test. My sickness has a name: Typhoid. Continue reading “Tides”

From NYC to Namibia

Namibia is hot- dry hot. Most of the country is uninhabited. The landscape is stunning and always surprises me as I drive up through the Namib desert into the skeleton coast. I’m still trying to wrap my mind around the population of 2 million in the entire country, compared to the 8 something million in New York City alone. The two places couldn’t be more different- in New York it’s impossible not to run into someone, in Namibia you must go out of your way to do so. Continue reading “From NYC to Namibia”

New Year, New Shoes

My life has gone through a complete transformation this year. This has been the year of change and growth. My job is now different, I have like 75% less stuff, I’m saying goodbye to my home of 4 years, I’ve said buh-bye to my twenties, but there’s one thing I’ve yet to part with. My running shoes- that I’ve had for my entire adult running career- way too long. I can explain (don’t judge me please). Continue reading “New Year, New Shoes”

Not That I Should, But I Can

My 30 year old self has been reflecting on what I feel like I ‘should’ do or where I ‘should’ be at my age (I know, I know, I’m not that old, but still). I didn’t think much about time (or how it might be limited) in my twenties, but there are certain societal pressures to ‘be somewhere’ or achieve something at a certain age, whether real or imagined. I had a moment while running in Central Park where I realized it’s not about what I should do, but what I can do. Continue reading “Not That I Should, But I Can”

Turn The Page

Today marks the end of a huge chapter in my life. A love story, really, of traveling and volunteering abroad. Three and a half years ago I quit my corporate job and moved to New York to work in nonprofit without looking back. I’ve been lucky enough to support micro finance, education, and public health projects around the world over the past three years. Continue reading “Turn The Page”