Coming home

When my dad died in February, I lost all sense of home. I was half-orphaned — a gaping, black hole in my life and my being. Home has been tricky for a while. Long ago, it was my childhood house on a cul-de-sac; the place I did my homework and laundry, where I slept and ate and spent time with family and friends. Then, it was a city—Fort Collins for six years, Denver for seven. At age 31, I moved overseas and became an expat. Home took on layers; it was not just locations, but

Do less. Be more.

Last Friday, I made a decision to do something new. Something risky. Something audacious. I’ve always loved being outdoors and have backpacked many times in my life. But on that weekend, I decided to go solo for the very first time. After a quick search on the internet and a visit to my local REI, I was ready to go. (Side note: I’d always wanted to do this, but have never quite had the gumption or the courage to go for it.) In the course of those three days in the wilderness,

What I learned at the gym about feedback

I haven’t worked out in 6 weeks. I’ve been traveling in northern Thailand, repatriating from South Korea to Colorado, working on home improvement projects for my parents, and spending tons of time with family, friends, and my beautiful Colorado mountains. So, when I walked in to my first CrossFit class four days ago, I was ready to get a good sweat on. The coach and people and facility were all nice. I received feedback and cues from the coach (in detailed English) which was

Lessons from my expat life: Say YES

The expat life starts with a yes that feels like leaping into an abyss. Yes. I will sign that multi-year contract, person I met yesterday. I’m pretty sure I would love to work for you. Yes. I will sell or give away most of my earthly possessions. Yes. I will move ALONE to a new country where pretty much everything is unknown and trust that I’ll figure it out. The first lesson I learned from my expat life: learn to say yes. Saying yes is not a comfortable thing. Often, it incl

Dear Alcohol, I need some space…

To My (ex)Love, How do I begin? I’m sure you’ve noticed I’ve been avoiding you for a few weeks. It’s true, I ignore you in social settings. I haven’t brought you home with me. I haven’t even touched you in days. The air between us has been wrought with tension, unfulfilled longing, unearthed wrongs, and unspoken broken promises. I know you deserve an explanation, and so I will do my best here and now to give it to you. The time has come. I’m making it official: we are over. T