I'm in a country where my passport places me from. A state where churches line the streets and offer classes from resume building to yoga, where a police car will be every third car passed on a way to that church. It's a town where deer roam free, gigantic frogs eat chipmunks, and people recognize I'm not from around here. There's this bed that I ( Read more... )

"It's supposed to flood in Bangkok ( Read more... )

Next month this time I'll be on a plane headed to America. Ok, technically Shanghai, with America as final destination ( Read more... )

Maybe I shouldn't have eaten that egg ( Read more... )

It's been a few weeks now since I seriously began blogging again. It gets easy after the initial rush of inspiration to ask oneself what of value or interest really happens in the average day. Take today for example ( Read more... )

Today is Sunday, another day spent concluding the weekend and marking the start to one more week spent in the office ( Read more... )

When I moved to Bangkok I was pleased to find an apartment right in the city center, close to the park, and close enough that I could walk to work. Now it's summer and bloody hot to walk and arrive at work looking proper. Now it's near civil war breaking out with the city center as the prime location, meaning I don't have such the urge to go ( Read more... )

When the news came on my car's stereo I was just turning off a main St. Paul road, leaving a coffee shop with my boyfriend at the time, Nate. I was lost in thought. A voice was blaring loudly how the Thailand military was overtaking the government. Thailand was experiencing another coup (pronounced "coo" :) ), one of many, but after 14 years of so- ( Read more... )

It's March. That glorious season of spring where flowers are blooming somewhere in the world. A few years ago I would have been gearing up for the summer break from university. It's not too long after winter jackets are hung away to gather dust over warm months and birds sing, but here in Bangkok summer is already in full boom. The cicadas sway my ( Read more... )

I wasn't worried about the direction my life was headed and I'm still not, even after the question came up during a late night snack of chicken rice, ate with a stranger from Chicago. It didn't seem quite fair to label the elderly gentleman as a sexpat. I tried to think of him as a simple retiree and besides the occasional grain of rice that ( Read more... )