Porto — Twenty eight kilograms. That’s 62 pounds, or 4.4 stone. It doesn’t seem like much, if we’re talking about twenty eight kilograms of cement, or even twenty eight kilograms of wood for the fireplace. It’s a considerably decent amount of potatoes if you’re stocking up, but definitely not the biggest amount of weight for heavy lifting. But how about twenty eight kilograms of memories? Is that too he...
Berlin — Sitting in the corner of a cafe, observing, I try to reflect if I am enjoying solitary, or struggling another day of loneliness. ‘Friendship is not developed through time, rather moments of time.’ I...
New york — The joy of sleeping in my own bed again. Six-months on the road is long. To shower in a bathroom where the shower is separate from the toilet holds unparalleled joy. A bathtub. Even if I don’t actuall...
New york — Back Home Again This John Denver song comes back around Like a semi around a cloverleaf intersection This morning, as though circling slowly the potential lives My father might have imagine...
The House that Built Me.
A connection revisited
Friendship is not developed though time, rather moments of time.
Forever the home to my Soul.
Seattle, My Home
Before you speak of home, you must be sure of one thing: and that is your heart's desire.
I love travelling...back home
Waking up at home is still the best wake up of all!!!
Happy Diwali ! (Joy of celebrating at home!)
I can't imagine what amazing things this kid is going to do.
Yorkshire karma, Manchester vipaka
We finally moved into our new house last week
Back in stormy Manila. Learning something essential to stay sane: how to be grateful for the rain.
Manila bound. From where things are not as glorious as people back home thinks it is.
22 Gia Long Street April 29 1975.
Searching Sakura, finding home
Goodbye is more heartbreaking than expected.
I will miss you so much.
Water Creatures in Landlock
A moment of serenity amidst the craziness of Christmas in the Philippines is the best gift of all.
I guess this place isn't so bad. For now.
Gungahlin ... back on home turf
Let It Snow, Let It Snow
Nothing Is As Soothing As Your House Being On Fire
Chilling with my cat: a great way to find serenity when I get home.
A Beach House
Manila, we need to talk.
Anywhere but here...(The author squirms in extreme discomfort and restraints are necessary to prevent her from doing something bad)...Part 2
Undercover in NYC...(Where the author finally, at last, accepts the obvious. Lets not talk about why it took her so long. She feels plenty dumb)...Part 3
No matter where I am, laying down under the bright blue vast sky always tells me that I am Home.
Home is where the patience isn't.
82 days and too many goodbyes later, I am finally home. No one told me it would be this strange.
A Dispatch from Saturday Morning
The place I live
Toasting our new home with the taste of our old home.
The earth has a memory.
The white champaca from grandma's balcony. It's been a year since she left. She is here, just as the fragrance is here...