Suddenly, all the stories of dumb tourists who went into the desert with the Bedouins, only to be raped, robbed, or murdered, seemed like they were headed our way.
I’ve been thinking about why this is. What’s so different about me that makes me more perceptive to people’s inner thoughts and feelings? It took me a long time but I think I’m starting to understand it.
Almost all of the greatest loves (and tragedies) of my life have been painful and incurable. I’ve started to think of myself as a hopeless poet who is forever a slave to forbidden or unrequited love.
Just once, I wanted the choice to be who I was, without anyone knowing my history or telling me what to do.
I met Maia, a twenty-year-old girl from just outside of Oslo who was backpacking her way around Europe, surviving off her monthly allowance from the Norwegian government.
Doing stand up comedy is weird. One minute you’re shaking from nerves and fumbling with the mic, the next you feel like an invincible genius who will literally never die.
i can’t find a reason to let go but with every passing season i put on a better show. … More
The best and worst part of traveling is the friends you make. You’ll maybe meet your friend-soulmate (or your actual soulmate) and make lifelong memories. Then….you leave. Or they leave. And it sucks.