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The crying came in spurts. I couldn’t control it. Simple things like waiting for the metro late at night or arriving at a music venue that was semi-empty became my triggers. These moments were discouraging because I couldn’t drench myself in the company of others. Instead, I had to face my heavy thoughts, and I couldn’t take that feeling.

I’ve recently lost some close people to me for an array of reasons. The dynamic of our relationships has either shifted or we don’t serve each other anymore (at least at this particular point in our lives). It happens — these…

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The movement of food around the world has existed for thousands of years. Towards the end of the second century BC, merchants traveled along the Silk Road transporting food on ancient caravan routes between China and the West. Fast-forward to the 20th century, both the rise of modern transportation and post-World War II suburban life not only changed the agricultural trade, but also changed the way people ate too. Supermarkets emerged, introducing shopping baskets, price-marked items, and employees in uniform.

Over time, families moved away from buying locally produced foods and toward wholesale, processed foods made in centralized plants. The…

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Wow, good for you,” would be people’s initial response when I told them that I couldn’t share my Instagram handle because I don’t have social media. Then, after congratulating me, they went on scrolling through their phones, checking any notifications they’ve missed within the past five minutes.

So why do you still have it? I pondered.

Eventually, I considered perhaps they still have it for the same reasons I slightly miss it. They’re able to feel a sense of community with others; they can engage in groups that enjoy the same activities that they do; and most importantly, they can…

Travel. Vanlife. Mindful Traveling.

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My goal of traveling across the country has always existed, but that’s how it stayed: a goal. I never made proactive steps towards making the distant dream a reality. In fact, I was more fixated on traveling other parts of the world, and perhaps doing a van trip by myself as a middle-aged woman. Never in a million years could I have predicted that a pandemic would strike the world, and in turn, lead my partner to purchase his dream-van, and me come along for the ride. Within a month, we packed up all of our stuff in our apartment…

Travel. Vanlife. Cross country. Digital nomad.

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I’ve been on this #vanlife journey since Fall 2020. My partner and I packed up our life in Washington DC, headed out to the west coast, and haven’t looked back since. Throughout our journey, we’ve cluttered and decluttered the van several times, but there is one thing we refuse to let go of. Out of all the shoes, clothing, supplements, containers, gym equipment and all the other sh**— we have in our tiny home, I can’t think of a more important thing to have than this specific item. It keeps us hygienic, it sanitizes things, and it scares away predators…

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Imagine trying to separate clumps of peanut butter from globs of jelly after the sandwich has already been mushed together. That was my first relationship — messy and desperate. Surrounding our little love-sandwich though, was nothing — no carrots; no apple slices; no glass of milk — nothing. There was him and there was me and that was it.

After numerous instances of bringing him along on outings with my friends, and then the nights ending sourly because he either felt abandoned by me or I was “too flirtatious” with other people, I quickly learned that group gatherings were not…

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“Don’t dig all up in the ice cream!”

This is what grandmother would tell me as a kid after I’d scrape a couple layers off of the firm (basically impenetrable) surface of the Kroger brand Cookies and Cream ice cream. In fact, both my mother and grandmother were adamant about keeping the surface of the ice cream presentable (although I think my mother blindly adopted this habit from my grandmother). I know you’re probably thinking, “Who cares about what the inside of an ice cream carton looks like?”

I don’t understand the logic either, but distorting its surface was completely…

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If a “worst adult” award existed, I would’ve come in first place. Before I became a freelancer and ran my own tutoring business, I was pretty bad at adulting, specifically as a working professional. The biggest issue, more than my lack of maturity, was that I never held jobs I was passionate about and consequently, I was incapable of hiding my disdain. I arrived late regularly, I was hardly ever enthusiastic about my tasks, and I wasn’t good at sustaining relationships or references because I’d either get fired or quit.

In fact, the last job I had, I abruptly quit…

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Before I deleted my Facebook account, I briefly came across my former best friend’s sister’s profile (funny where Facebook leads you) and I saw an announcement she posted regarding her ten-year class reunion. She was her senior class president, so it’s technically her job to organize the event. For clarity purposes, we’ll call my former best friend’s sister Lucy.

When I saw Lucy’s post, immediately, I thought to myself, I’d never go to my class’s ten-year reunion. What would I have to talk about with my former classmates? Moreover, whose class reunion would I even attend given the fact that…

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These days, deleting social media is perceived as something shocking; isolating. I’ll admit, it does seem scary to consider removing ourselves from these grand, social circles; at least it was for me. How will we keep up with friends’ birthdays? How will we find acquaintances’ information when we come to visit their city or country? What will we do when we go to an astonishing place but we don’t have a following to share those “moments” with? These are the burning questions of our time.

Have we ever considered asking ourselves a different set of questions though, such as the…

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Back-up dancer for Beyonce. A lover of novels and languages.

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