Since I began looking for a reliable vessel that would steer me through life on the road, I've been micro-documenting my experiences. From trekking for long hours at a time just to visit a truck for all of 10 minutes to navigating male dominated spaces that left no room for women. Even now that I… Continue reading ROAD to #VANLIFE (episodes)
I been running all my life. But only just broke in my sneakers. Taking on challenges, Yet fleeing from chaos. Protecting my peace, Yet weakening my resilience. Am I retreating before the storm hits? Or quitting before it calms? Should I trust my forethought? Or regret my hindsight? I am stuck on the fence, Comparing… Continue reading Running Scenarios
HOW DID I GET HERE?The last time I lived in LA was nearly 20 years ago, before I'd hit puberty. I've missed my home and carried it with me ever since. Christmas 2017, I moved in with my grandparents with the intention to save for an investment, whether that was for property or a commercial… Continue reading Here’s WHY I’m Living in a Van This Year
When I first scrolled across the story, it was shocking that this could be happening again, and in this century! Though it was shocking enough to give me pause, I kept scrolling, hoping it was nothing but clickbait. Now, a week later, there is no denying the truth: in mid-November 2017, CNN reported secret footage confirming the sale of African migrants in Libya for as little as $400 per person. These migrants traveled to Libya with hopes to be smuggled into Europe, escaping the poor conditions of their homelands. Instead, they are being held captive without food or water, while badly beaten, sodomized or raped, and being forced to work in sub-human conditions without pay. They are being sold as property into indefinite slavery.
We've all seen it: people being rude to the staff, the tourists who avoid contact with locales or never even leave the hotel, and those that only patronize big franchises or tourists traps while abroad. Heck, I used to scout for the green mermaid like a Godsend before I had an international data plan, spending… Continue reading The Responsibilities of Tourists
I bet you like that flag, Blue-blooded lover of a guns, Oh how beautifully, it waves for you. Should I keep running this race while tied to a tree? Seeing my peers pass me up never acknowledging their head start. So focused on their privilege, I forgot whats special about me.