Month: September 2015


Oh, hi! Look what’s empty again. I’ve got to stop building these things – blogs. I’m back on WordPress, self-hosted with A Small Orange. Whoop! I am debating on uploading my entire archive from Squarespace, but that might take some time to put online since Squarespace exports don’t save images. SS also doesn’t have a file manager, so my photos are just floating in the middle of Nowhere, Internet. This move was a lot harder than I thought it would be; thanks Squarespace. So, my posts are literally empty, just words. I may just delete all of the picture heavy stuff, random posts that I posted just to have something posted, and other stuff that I don’t care to have online anymore. At any rate, here’s to new beginnings, I guess. Welcome to an all new, back to basics and putting my life in a blog.

Impressions of Forbidden City

Before my trip, I wondered if the people of China knew the enormity of their history and how remarkable this is for everyone else on the outside looking in. Thousands and thousands of years of stories and monuments are still marvelously preserved. That, in and of itself, is profound. Yet, I somehow thought that Chinese people just see this passively and that’s not in a bad way. Merely, China is so rich in history that it’s just part of everyday life. On the second week of my trip to Beijing, we spent an afternoon going through Qianmen, Tiananmen Square, and Forbidden City. On our way there, I spoke with my class’ head teacher and asked, “So, how old are these places?” Her answer gave me an insight into the mind of a Chinese person living among such historical places. She said, casually, “Oh, not very old. Maybe five or six centuries.” Maybe five or six centuries. Let that sink in for a moment. Mind you, let’s compare that to the United States which, as a …

A World In Us

I’ve always believed that the people we meet, circumstances we find ourselves in, and how we come out of it all are no accidents. I don’t believe in coincidence; I much more like the idea of fate. When I look back at who I’ve met, what I’ve been through, and when it all happened, I take away little bits of new understanding or a rejuvenated outlook on life. Call me a sap, but that’s how I think of the people we meet, even if it’s just a passive, small wrinkle in time. This is how July came and went for me: Imagine for a second, you’re in a completely new country. You don’t know a lot of people. Yet, you’re sharing the same experiences, the same space, the same environment. Presumably, you are forced by the universe to connect with each other. And, you do this without question. I mean, you can’t question the universe, because nature controls us all anyway. It takes a bit, but you do it. The second that you finally feel like you’re …