You’re not quite there yet, but you’re on your way. In the middle of departure and arrival. The in-between. I’ve had my long bursts of nomadic years and seasons, rotating with being a homebody until I feel the itch again. … Continue reading
Hello, It’s me, Stephanie. After five years of absence from this blog, I finally have a new pixelated writing home. This is The Unraveling. A home for words and stories of all shapes and kinds. A home for people who … Continue reading
Press play and repeat. Australia turns into liquid and runs through my hands. I’m leaving Melbourne and in five sleeps I’ll be on a plane to Kathmandu. As with all goodbyes and transitions, there’s a distinct flavor of bittersweetness. … Continue reading
Press play “I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that … Continue reading
Play me first Our wandering Cambodian family has separated and everyone’s going off on their own paths again, pulled by different cities, islands, and towns in different counties. The end of another era. I ride a bus back from Sihanoukville … Continue reading
“One fine day, it will be your turn. You will leave homes, cities and countries to pursue grander ambitions. You will leave friends, lovers and possibilities for the chance to roam the world and make deeper connections. You will defy … Continue reading
I’m excited to announce that I have been nominated by world-renowned travel photographer, Elia Locardi to participate in a photography blogging contest that he’ll be judging on called Explore The Elements. Click here to read his post. “Welcome to the Thomas Cook … Continue reading
Press play. Coincidences. One of the most important things I have ever learned in my life, is that there is no such thing. I believe that things happen and people come into our lives, for whatever reason no matter how … Continue reading
Play. I feel a tap on my shoulder. I wake up and open my eyes to a stewardess smiling at me as she hands me a box of food. I smile back and say thank you. Then I look out … Continue reading
Play. Frieda was here two years ago. She was the first one of a bunch who told me about this place and said I would fall in love with it. And when someone you love and adore tells you to go somewhere … Continue reading
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