I never realized there could be a fear of feeling small, but as I was riding my light, barely-larger-than-a-moped, 1970s motorcycle through the towering, colossal Alp Mountain Range, my anxiety was rising. With each passing mile I was cursing myself for embarking on such an overwhelming feat; I was wishing I could have just been… Continue reading Motorcycle Misadventures: Anxiety in the Alps
I know it is actually meant to be a compliment, but I can’t help feeling just a little offended or irked every time someone tells me, “Wow, you’re so lucky you’ve lived abroad and traveled. I wish I could have done that!” I never know how to respond; it’s awkward. And no one seems to… Continue reading I’m Not (only) Lucky
Sometimes, on rare occasions, I go out and I don’t even get lost. It is like a miracle that I take credit for, and then get all arrogant. Like today, when I ventured out into Berlin all by myself. The last couple weeks I have had little reason to venture further than the couple block… Continue reading Look At Me! I’m So Awesome. I Didn’t Even Get Lost Once Today.