Can you forgive your most shameful/cringeworthy action in your past? Spirit Warrior you is waiting on the other side of that

I celebrated my 26th birthday on September 15th, 2016 in a salsa bar in Madrid dancing with a drunk and obliging 21 year-old Wisconsin sorority girl whose consciousness hadn’t quite pierced the veil of self-awareness yet, it was still wading in the waters of the being the Mary Magdelene of the college skin-and-flesh contest among… Read More Can you forgive your most shameful/cringeworthy action in your past? Spirit Warrior you is waiting on the other side of that

May 22, 2018May 22, 2018 Transcendence in TransitLeave a comment

Norwegian Narcissist

We met at a pizzeria called En Guay Si. The pizza was not as good as N Y C pizza. Very small and quaint, I hadn’t been there previously, a friend recommended it. I was struck by how she looked better in person than her pictures, maybe because she had barely any make up on… Read More Norwegian Narcissist

April 3, 2017April 3, 2017 Transcendence in TransitLeave a comment

Fear and loathing on Long Island

Since the beginning of what I label my awkward years, age 12, I have had this conception of the passing of time as a way to bury unpleasant memories and shame, or at least a desperate hope that the passing of time would make the memories fade. I always held out hope for a new blank slate… Read More Fear and loathing on Long Island

March 18, 2017March 18, 2017 Transcendence in TransitLeave a comment

Reverse Culture Shock- On returning to the U.S. from Spain

Two things happened to me recently in Madrid where I immediately thought, I thought that only happens in the movies. 1. A bus splashed a large quantity of water here on Gran Via all over my legs and I became soaked and freezing. 2. I showed a 25 year-old British girl my apartment, so I… Read More Reverse Culture Shock- On returning to the U.S. from Spain

February 28, 2017 Transcendence in TransitLeave a comment

Closing a Chapter Teaching English in Madrid

I quit my job as an English “Language and Culture Assistant” at a High School in Spain today. The town of Pinto, Spain took me an hour and 20 minutes and 3 different transfers to arrive at. The commute was too far and was becoming a hindrance to my foot healing. I’m not sure what… Read More Closing a Chapter Teaching English in Madrid

February 13, 2017 Transcendence in Transit3 Comments

Ruminations on homeless people in the Madrid Metro

I encountered a homeless man today, while I was walking out of the metro, blabbering on to himself standing next to the elevator that would take me up to street level. There was a pungent odor emanating from his body. I took a beat, one or two seconds, and then decided to carry my bike up the one… Read More Ruminations on homeless people in the Madrid Metro

February 12, 2017 Transcendence in TransitLeave a comment

Teaching English in Spain-A Day in the Life, and drunk daydreams

I’ve gotten used to playing the part of the inconsiderate, able bodied asshole who takes the handicapped seat in the front of the city bus. My feet still haven’t healed from the Camino de Santiago. I think there has been nerve damage, but they don’t know that. There’s no boot or brace. 10 or 15… Read More Teaching English in Spain-A Day in the Life, and drunk daydreams

February 8, 2017 Transcendence in TransitLeave a comment

Meditations on Death/Language Brain Fog/Expat Rage

I’m just waking up now after my second cafe con leche, hitting my stride with this 30 minute group “sprint” we do. The caffeine lifts me temporarily out of my baseline state of apathy. I’m at the Writer’s group that meets on the top floor of this cafe in Chueca: the trendy, gay-friendly neighborhood of… Read More Meditations on Death/Language Brain Fog/Expat Rage

February 4, 2017 Transcendence in TransitLeave a comment

Teaching at a suburban High School in Spain

As someone who considers myself shy and timid, I feel like a celebrity at my school. I teach about 200 different students, I teach for 16 class hours, seeing each class of mine only once a week. They seem to like the handball I bring to class every day and throw to each student when… Read More Teaching at a suburban High School in Spain

January 22, 2017 Transcendence in TransitLeave a comment

Apartment hunting and hostels/ “I’m taking it easy tonight”- My 10th day in Madrid,Spain

I see universes, loves, achievements, like a projector up on the wall in my mind’s eye. The coveting of my peer’s lives and indulging of my day-dream fantasies keep me paralyzed. Having a foot injury has left my mind in the form of marinated stew, boiled until its liquefied mush and no solids remain. It starts… Read More Apartment hunting and hostels/ “I’m taking it easy tonight”- My 10th day in Madrid,Spain

January 19, 2017 Transcendence in TransitLeave a comment

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