The Problem With Using Travel as a Means of Escape

Impact Hub Westminster, London Last year, a member of my team quit to travel the world. She would leave behind most of her possessions, with only a first destination in mind, and no return date or location. For a risk-averse, routine-seeking person like me, her news was mostly shocking. I wondered how she would ground her thoughts if she was always on the go, how she would appease the stress of travel anxiety, how she would deal if she got sick, how she planned to find a job upon her…

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both

At my middle school, the highlight of the sixth grade was a weeklong trip to Yosemite. Though I had been to Yosemite several times with my family, I had been looking forward to this particular trip for months. As a sixth grader, escaping your parents and piano practice for an entire week was nothing short of a dream come true. The trip was slated for October and I was absolutely thrilled — until about mid-September. That’s when I learned that none other than J K Rowling herself would be doing…

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How A Simple Notebook Got My Family On the Same Page This Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays to spend at home with my family. Though my parents no longer live in my childhood home, and though I no longer live 2000 miles from home, there’s still something nostalgic about my homecoming, spending the whole day together in the kitchen, and ending it sitting around the “fancy occasion” dining table of my youth. This year, however, my family spent Thanksgiving week in Montreal and Toronto (where, notably, Thanksgiving was celebrated last month). I was not thrilled about the travel. I enjoy…

What A Cross-Country Flight Taught Me About Painting The World

I spent this past weekend with one of my best friends. We haven’t lived in the same city in eleven years, but we communicate in a multitude of ways and talk on the phone at least once a week. Through our conversations, I’ve become intimately aware of her new routines, adventures, friends, and work. I’ve heard about her life in broad strokes and detailed marks. Knowing her, and using some general context, I painted a picture of her life in my mind, and applied each new story within its context. When I…