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From the monthly archives:
A big part of what I’m doing by being a nomad is city shopping. As I slowly move across the country, I realize that I’m searching for my perfect fit, my next home, my real geographic love affair. In 24 years, New York City is the only place that’s ever really gotten under my skin. [...]
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So, at the start of this whole let’s-travel-the-world-and-live-out-of-a-tiny-suitcase thing, I didn’t really give a lot of thought to what would actually go IN the damn suitcase. I figured I’d just throw some shit in there and it would be fine. As the date of my indefinite nomadism approached, I started to think that maybe I [...]
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A weird thing has happened since I started blogging (and Twittering, and Facebooking, and all the other networks-ing). I’ve forgotten how to deal with things quietly and on my own. It used to be, something would happen and I would think about it for a while. I’d process it and decide what to do about [...]
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In the genre of “things you don’t talk about at dinner parties,” mental health issues rank higher than politics, sex, and religion. But why? Why do we shy away from discussing the difficult things? Particularly when the difficult things, the things that make us the most real, are usually also the things that make us [...]
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So. Things have been happening over the past few weeks. Here are some of them, in a notably incoherent order: 1. I woke up on Friday with a deep cut in my pinky finger, no idea where my shirt was, and the worst hangover of all time. Well, except for that time with the 60 [...]
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