An important truth we’ve forgotten in life I remember when I’d lost 20 pounds in six months, my friend had asked for my secret because she, too, was desperate to lose weight. Did you take a pill? Did you go on a green tea
Whenever people hear that Jon and I travel for a living, they automatically assume we’re having fun all the time, as if we were on vacation 24/7. And I wish we were. I wish we could take walks on the beach and
A lesson learned from nearly a decade’s worth of relationship
The last thing my ex had said to me at the end of our nearly-a-decade relationship was, “I booked you a ticket back to the States.”
At the time, he had already been seeing someone else and in an effort to facilitate his new relationship, decided to book me a one-way ticket back to the States without warning.
I used to hate it. When I was a kid, my parents had often encouraged me to read. They would take me to the library, buy me children’s books and occasionally point at a kid who was burying his nose in a book and suggest I do the same. But why? I asked them. Why should I read if I don’t enjoy it? Reading just isn’t as fun as, you know, playing with Barbie dolls or digging up worms in the garden. “Reading will make you smarter,” they proclaimed. If you read a lot of books, it’ll help you at life.
Dim sum. Flights. Clothes. Fresh fruits…kitchen tools. Money was, after all, something my parents didn’t have much of growing up.