Today is June 28th. I turned 28 years old at the beginning of the month, something that came and went like an old friend who so comfortably walks through the door without saying hello and leaves without saying goodbye. That is to say, I didn’t really think about turning older this year. It somehow just happened.
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A Graduation Story
Journal Entry Written May 28, 2014
Well, I did it. Today, I walked across the stage in a gown and cap, shook hands with the Chancellor and Dean, and became an official alumni of UBC. Looking back, I can’t believe I actually did it.
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Into the Unknown: Coronavirus Edition
I had a plan. In fact, I always have a plan. On scraps of paper, in my notebooks, and in memos on my phone, I write down my years at a glance. 2020 was the year I would head south to traverse the unknown frontiers of Central and South America. I’d eventually make my way to Israel, and Eastern Europe, then celebrate Christmas in England.
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Slow Down, You Crazy Child
It’s raining outside, bringing me back to the Goldenes Quartier where I strolled in the drizzle of Viennese rain, passing from shop window to shop window and listening to Billy Joel sing slow down, you crazy child, you’re so ambitious for a juvenile… (more…)
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Finding Feathers
July 8, 2015
It’s hard to predict when tears will suddenly spring into your eyes when something jolts your memory of someone or something special. (more…)
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Still Winter
It snowed today. Although the familiar feeling of coziness returned, as I sat at my desk sipping coffee and writing, I began to feel a little bit unsettled. I was thinking about the new job I get to go to tomorrow and everything that February holds in store. (more…)
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This Morning and Tonight
This morning the moon was crescent, shining brilliantly in the hazy, dark blue morning sky. It hung above me as I walked to the bus stop and I remember looking at it and feeling happy. Everything was quiet. There I was, in this sleepy little neighbourhood, silently walking between houses. I could see my breath; my hands were cold. And it all seemed so mystical, somehow, like I was living the story of a character in a book. I was in love with everything- the empty streets, the abandoned cars, the starless sky. I quickened my pace, hurrying to catch my bus. Then I put on my gloves. “One day, I won’t have to commute,” I promised myself.
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Winter Sunlight
I think winter sunlight, particularly in the morning, is one of the most beautiful things in the world. It’s shining through my bedroom window right now, casting the thin-beamed shadows of my blinds upon the wall, and it feels calming, somehow…as though life is moving slowly (more…)
Things I Learned Growing Up 