I took everything I could from Nashville and in return, Nashville took everything out of me. I haven’t figured out how to make this city my home and I don’t know how to stay…
Read MoreDo you ever feel like you have an alter ego for each city you go back to? I know Nashville changed me, I learned lessons here I’ve never learned anywhere else and I hope that those stay with me when I move…
Read MorePeople of such areas are deprived of basic facilities. They have no easy access to big cities, roads are damaged, and elected assembly members visit every five years, never to return within their tenure. But still, they live happy lives...
Read MoreMy “real” boyfriend has his family coming from Brazil. He politely tells me to “move out” for the duration of the trip. I pay half the rent…
Read MoreOnce you get off the main thoroughfares that cut through the city, you are immediately in labyrinths of small streets, side streets and alleys. You never know what you’re going to find as you walk down those byways. A new restaurant, a tailor shop, an antique shop, a high-end jewellery store side by side with a massage parlor or a five-star hotel with a small flower stall next to it….
Read MoreI don’t know how to stay and invest in a city long-term. I’m panicking because there is no reason to go, there is no goodbye coming and because this is foreign…
Read MoreI adapted to the new environment, but life never became easier. As I walked down the street, students from my school would yell, calling me Chinese…
Read MoreMy mind practices the process of letting go, adapting to change and saying goodbye continuously…
Read MoreOur lives were never consistent, but his temper was.
Read MoreI miss waking up to the salty air and seeing the small dots of surfers on the water paddling out to catch a wave back in…
Read MoreThe three of us viewed the crowded steam venting streets being worked for subway tunnels as an industrial Disneyland. Men swarmed up and down bamboo scaffolding. We snaked our ways along the queues for the old red double decker buses that bumped their way around Kowloon...
Read MoreThen there was the McDonald’s birthday trend. Uncle Sam had muscled his way into the Karachi youth’s minds, and a Happy Meal and rides on colorful slides were the dream in the late 90s. I didn’t have one, but I was invited to one. It was an utter disappointment...
Read MoreMy floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlooking the city street doesn't stop me boogie-ing alone in my underpants at home. Melbourne's ideals about acceptance, love and normalisation of a woman's body have helped me shrug off nakedness as no big deal...
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