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We Swam with Sharks

For a couple weeks, my friend Ahlem would say the same thing every night before we went out: “I’m leaving tomorrow,” she’d insist, in a voice that was perpetually hoarse from shouting the night before. But she’d still show up at the dive shop well after noon the next day, hung over, her wavy, honey-brown […]

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Take a Trip

In May, I came out here to Chamonix, France. I came for a 3-week writing workshop, but I also came to ride bikes, write stories, and satisfy some wanderlust. The plan was simply to stay for a couple of months, and see what happened. As it turned out, everything did.

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On Traveling Alone

Traveling alone in Chamonix, I’ve often thought about my 26-year-old self landing in New Zealand five years ago. How lonely she felt when she first got there. How afraid that made her. Solitude was an art form I hadn’t yet learned up to that point. Life in San Francisco was hyper-social. The calendar was booked six or seven nights […]

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Little Voices

Let’s rewind to June 2010 and be brutally honest for a moment here. It was my first two weeks in New Zealand, and I was miserable. I had just quit my cush, well-paying finance job, said goodbye to my supportive family and amazing friends, and bought a one-way ticket to Queenstown, New Zealand. Here I […]

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