Shower Struggles

My first week of college, I walked in on my new next-door neighbor in the shower. In my defense, the door wasn’t locked, there wasn’t a towel hanging over it, and somebody was in the other shower in our communal bathroom, so there was no way I could’ve known. But that doesn’t make it less awkward.…

Of Sprinting and Starving: How I Got Home

This is a PSA. I’m home. I’m alive.  I’m not sleeping in the Detroit airport. Yesterday I got out of work and immediately called a cab to pick me up at my dorm. I got in, mentioned I was going home to Oregon, and the driver excitedly started asking me a TON of questions about the…

First Rickshaw Ride

We walked along a waterfront that we thought would never end. Even as we approached the next block we didn’t believe we’d ever reach our destination: HempFest in Seattle, WA. We weren’t even celebrating the legalization of marijuana in Washington. We simply were killing time and relishing the moment with Lauren’s friends from Germany. As more beads…

My Spanish Namesake

There I was, minding my own business (and by that I mean blatantly staring at every person walking by) while having a late lunch in Sevilla. The sun had finally descended behind the restaurant, and for the first time that day the plaza was comfortably warm instead of exhaustingly sweltering. I took a sip of…

Sisterhood of the Traveling Pillows

I started getting ready for bed and I noticed my pillow was missing. I immediately went to my sister’s bed, and found her reading with both of our pillows behind her. Me: “Can I have my pillow?” Her: “Oh, this is yours?” Me: “Yeah.” Her: “Here you go.” (she gave me the one immediately behind her, rather than…