Skydive Tahoe

In this post, I'm just going to dump some thoughts on what growing up as an immigrant in North America was like. Warning: this might not flow very coherently, but it's mostly meant
I have felt literally and metaphorically lost during various stages of my life. One of those instances was in Amsterdam during a solo trip to the Netherlands and the UK. The Netherlands, maybe
Spending off-the-grid time in the middle of the desert has afforded me some inner silence to think about and process different parts of my life. One of the earliest ones I can remember