If you only knew how entrancing, how stirringly beautiful the images in my head are, the ones I am unable to express.
You know THAT foreigner. The one you don't want to be, right? Getting real honest with myself about who I want to be versus who I am.
Last October, a journalist in Malta was killed by car bomb. Last December, I went to Malta and took too many selfies. Oh, and did you hear about this election?
"A New York minute is a Hong Kong second." -someone who hasn't been to Hong Kong since the late 80s, I guess.
It's not quite the Atlanta out of Jermaine Dupri's universe, but it's pretty damn delicious.
Some love letters as novelty wears off and culture shock sets in. (Inspired by that very good Netflix movie that you should definitely watch.)
Why is it called the "Mid-Autum" festival if it's at the beginning of autumn? Who knows.