The Art of Blues

The clanging of doors awoke me once again. I tried to roll over and block the noise, but not even my ear plugs could drown out the combination of the noise in and out of the room. In frustration I rolled back over and tried to sleep longer. Being woken up multiple days by the…

Sea Gypsies

I sat on the edge of the boat with flippers on my feet, snorkel mask in hand, and a life jacket strapped around me. I already watched as my adventuremates jumped off the front of the boat and began snorkeling around. To other people it may seem simple enough to just jump off the boat…

Tableu

TUESDAY-October 14th, 2014 Tuesday¬†afternoon we hopped in the car once again to travel about two and a half hours away to Chi’s village. I once again loaded all my belongings I had been traveling with for the past three weeks. I said goodbye to the director and promised we would be able to finish social…

Another Move

Pack. Unpack. Repack. Move. Another home. Another building. Another, ‘now how in the world did everything expand’. Another bathroom situation. Another ‘I’m sorry, what is that?’. Another dead fish looking at me. Another language. Another location. I am adjusted to being on the move all the time. Naturally, as a college student it seems I…

Back In Time

The smell of the fresh jungle and red dirt. The sight of bamboo huts and children running with the chickens. Elders greeting one another in Hmong language. It was a sight of life that is rich in resources, crafts, and family ties. Many babies were strapped to grandparents backs with the traditional weaved pattern on…

Pacing

MONDAY-October 6th, 2014 (Fun Fact: Day I got my license four years ago!) The air was thick, but the road was lined with familiar greenery of the surrounding jungle and rolling mountains. We hopped in the car and made a few tire stops, dropped some guy off, picked him up again, rode to the bank,…

The Comfort In Uncomfortable

The gentle hum of the car that hit low tones as it came across bumps. The sound of Thai pop music as it fuzzed through the speakers. The sight of Chi anticipating bumps and curves so the ride ran smoother. The grandness of the jungle as it passed quickly by. Banana trees that are scattered…

Genuine Sincerity

With eyes full of tears, snot under his nose, and a bloody elbow, the little guy walked over to me and crawled into my lap as I sat a little ways from the rest of the kids at the center. I rocked back and forth and he curled close to me. I felt my heart…