I can’t work my way out of this. “This” seems to change in every season. Sometimes “this” is some kind of problem. It’s a situation that’s out of my control. It’s a sticky relational battle. Sometimes “this” is a goal or a vision for the way I think things should be....
This place is oddly quiet. I’ve grown used to the sound of fans, air con units, dogs barking halfway across town, birds chirping loudly by 5 AM. I’ve grown used to the sound of the water pump outside of my window, my neighbor’s incessant coughing and high...
My time in Mae Sot is coming to a close, and this keeps me up at night more times than I would like to admit. I moved here for a specific project. I knew this would be for just a season, but somehow, it feels like it lasted only a few days rather than the almost year...
It was November 2017, and my world was a hot mess. I think the technical term for it was dumpster fire—at least that’s how one of my friends described it. Thanks pal. In the span of three months, the life I built, my dreams and goals and hopes for the...
A year ago, I said yes. It wasn’t my first, and it certainly won’t be my last. This yes led me to move to Mae Sot, Thailand. It led me to this team and to this work. It led me to a life that is beautiful and challenging and a million other adjectives. I’ve...
