Day One: 433 miles Start: Camarillo, Ca End: St. George, Ut I woke up just before 7:00 am PST without an alarm. Actually — I take that back. I woke up at 4:00 am so anxious to get on the road, but fell back asleep knowing it was in my best interest to rest before … Continue reading Megan’s West to Midwest Road Trip: Day One. Camarillo, CA to St. George, UT
Well, tomorrow is the day. I'm going back to see my birth country tomorrow.... and I haven't packed. I've been feeling a mixed medley of nervous, anxious and excited. Nervous, because I won't know what to expect, and excited because of the energy of being in a new place. My parents and I have been … Continue reading I’m going back to China for the first time since my adoption!
Sometimes we need to have others call us out on our shit. You'd think that as soon as we ourselves recognize our pitfalls, we'd do something about it. But other times, like this one, it takes someone else to notice and call you out on it. So here's the tea: Today, my mother confronted me … Continue reading Thanks mom, for this reminder.
I can’t imagine letting go of someone I have loved -- romantically that is. And I haven't had that experience yet. I’m 22 years old, by the way. I have never felt the heartbreak of losing someone I love dearly -- whether caused by death or a general fallout. And because I carry this fear … Continue reading Part 1: Afraid to lose you, whoever you are.
Time is ticking away Like the sand That falls gracefully through the neck of an hourglass Time is ticking away like the beat of a wave that falls gracefully to the lips of the shore Time is ticking away like a mother slowly lets go of her daughter's hands as they turn from soft to … Continue reading Time is slipping away
I sit alone on a bed In a hostel with 29 other people I know the faces of But not the names. I sit alone at night with one light on and only the sound of my fingers pit-pattering along a keyboard I really should have wiped down but I'm too lazy. I sit alone … Continue reading I click and I submit: a poem about job hunting in your 20s
I took for granted the reality that was projected onto the walls of the cavern. I believed the shadows and refused to look beyond them. Plato would say that the cavemen never had the desire to step outside of the cave. I, on the other hand, did not know there was another side. I was … Continue reading Reality hurts, make sure you know which one you’re in
To put things very bluntly: this summer was rough. I’m not going to say it’s “the worst summer,” although I keep finding myself going back to that. And I’m definitely not going to say it was the “best summer,” because it was far from it. I will say this: I learned more than I ever … Continue reading I’m still learning to ride a bike and I’m going to fall again
When I was 20 years old, I failed. I struggled, and I grew (though I'm still 5 or so feet tall). My major pushed me to my limits and challenged me more on a personal level than I ever thought. I faced resistance I didn't think I would be able to, and I faced … Continue reading Life’s a bike ride: we fall and we continue to ride
When you think of college, what's the first thing that comes into your mind? Is it sports? Friends? Clubs? Drinking? Whichever one of the above or other it is, there's one thing that often doesn't cross my mind when I come to think of college-- and that's conversation. When attending any school double, triple or … Continue reading Be The Unexpected