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28 // the state of the union

The night before my birthday, right after Tavener continued the birthday-eve ice cream tradition, I had a bit of a panic attack. I felt far away from New Zealand, the place that feels most like home. I felt far away from my friends. I began to think about time and distance and changes and the fragility of life and regrets and the future and it just felt a bit...heavy?!? But then, I arrived back in Laos. I took a dip in the pool and drank a mojito. I sat in my white robe and I got ready for a dinner with friends and I just thought to myself, "You live a good life, T." Even when it's hard or chaotic."  

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the flightless bird, back in flight

Silly Little Kiwi doesn't refer to the fruit, though they are delicious. It's a reference to 7 years ago when I set off on a plane to New Zealand and blogging became my way of expressing it all. It's ironic since a Kiwi bird is actually flightless and yet I find myself constantly with a boarding pass in one hand and my notebook in another. And as silly as it sounds, this silly little space is making a return. You're not surprised at all though, right? 

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on the horizon

I've just finished spending a day sitting in a teakwood boat as it glides over Inle Lake. The water meets the mountains of Myanmar somewhere, but I can only see a never-ending horizon from my spot. Every time I think we've reached the shoreline of the lake, something new pops up. A floating village. A pagoda hidden among trees. It reminds me of what life feels like, especially of the late. While the feeling of adventure is constant, the look of the horizon is changing every second.

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27 things I've learned from 27 years of travel

As a woman who's lost track of how many countries she's been to {close to 40?! I don't know}, all of those journeys would be worthless without lessons learned from every boarding pass, right? So here is some pre-birthday knowledge from a woman who was raised moving and continues to live in a constant state of motion.  

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good bye Lenin: why I went to Germany again

I've never regretted seeing someplace twice over going someplace new because it's almost always done by me for a person/people I love {New Zealand, London, Laos, etc.}, and I knew there was so much of Berlin I still hadn't experienced. So I went back to Germany for the first time in a long time to see a family I love very much. 

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