January 1st, 2014, and I wake to the sound of talking. I’m still new to Australia, it’s still new to me. These days are spent maneuvering the wrong side of the road, flicking the windshield wipers on instead of the blinker, breathing in salty air. Continue reading “Zoom”
As a Canadian, I have a shameful confession to make. When given the option between the BBC and the CBC, I pick the BBC nine times out of ten. With the CBC’s tagline proudly announcing “Canada lives here,” I feel like I’m turning my back on my country by choosing the UK’s public broadcaster over my own. And yet, preference wins out over patriotism, meaning I find myself at www.bbc.co.uk once again. Continue reading “Public Broadcasting Showdown: BBC vs CBC”
Utah, United States
It’s easy to be happy when you’re deep in the green.
When I moved to Vancouver last year, my new roommates took me on my first dumpster dive. Originally, when they asked me if I wanted to come jump in a dumpster to look for food, I was a little bit repulsed – but I was intrigued enough to join in on the adventure. Continue reading “Dumpster Diving”
After two months in Australia, my friends and I are (finally) not homeless. One would think that finding a five-bedroom house in a giant city wouldn’t be the ordeal that it was, but seeing as we’re a bunch of young vagabonds with no references and very little money between us, we got pretty lucky. Continue reading “Abode”
There’s something about waking before morning does. Not the process of it – the alarm’s incessant beeping, staggering to the bathroom in the dark, the sting of contact lenses biting raw eyes. Yawning despite the coffee as you move around with lead feet.
You creep from dread to a sleepy anticipation slowly, like water warming. You see the car pull up outside, tires crunching frozen snow, leaving ripples in puddles. You hurry down the slushy driveway with selective steps, sucking in the hollow-wet Vancouver air, but then you’re curled into the front seat with another half-asleep human. He drives. You watch the sky start its slow glow in the distance, lazy window wipers erasing the last few falling snowflakes. Continue reading “Getting the Worm”
When I left the Dominican Republic after high school graduation, my goodbyes all crackled with an unspoken electricity – one which I tried, and failed, to contain. I was too excited about what lay ahead to truly let the endings sink in. Continue reading “Different Kinds of Goodbyes”