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A quick word from this post's sponsor: Interested in buying or selling a home? RE/MAX agent James Eason can help with all your real estate needs. Get in touch with him today by clicking on this link! July 12, 2019. This post is going to be tumultuous, just the way life is supposed to be. Why? Well,... Continue Reading →
I yearn for that peace of mind, something that has been elusive the last few years. It’s crazy how emotions can hinge on another person. I thought I found clarity in Beijing, but all that did was spur a desire for something greater, for my eyes to continue seeing parts of the world that for... Continue Reading →
I yearn for peace, a state of mind that has been elusive the last few years. It’s crazy how emotions can hinge on another person. I thought I found clarity in Beijing, but all that did was spur a desire for something greater, for my eyes to continue seeing parts of the world that for... Continue Reading →
It’s been two months since I left Asia and began a new journey in Florida. At times I miss the grind of a bustling city like Beijing, and then there are moments I remember the feelings brought on by food poisoning and am content with the double cheeseburger and milkshake fare that runs rampant in... Continue Reading →
We all begin and end. It’s what happens in between that we remember most. *** A rocky relationship finds everyone sooner or later. It’s a rite of passage, as common as getting your driver’s license or moving into your first apartment. But unlike getting to drive or finally having a place to call your own,... Continue Reading →
Bo is fifteen minutes late. I’m getting restless because I’m only in L.A. a few days and there are things I want to do before I go back to the frozen tundra that is Minnesota this time of year. The jet lag is slowly creeping in but it won’t really take effect until a few... Continue Reading →
Bo is fifteen minutes late. I’m getting restless because I’m only in L.A. a few days and there are things I want to do before I go back to the frozen tundra that is Minnesota this time of year. The jet lag is slowly creeping in but it won’t really take effect until a few... Continue Reading →
The first time I met Z we were at this big gala where everyone gets together to sing kumbaya and revel in how great things really aren't. I remember walking into this massive ballroom feeling unimpressed because I hadn’t been here two weeks and already I felt disingenuous. The night was going to be one... Continue Reading →
I forget where I am. It’s March 1, 2018 and I have to rub my eyes a little bit to see the TV I left on to know I’m in a hotel room in Beijing, China. My father doesn’t think I should be here, but I’m living my life as if he has passed away,... Continue Reading →
