Life, Work

NYC, I’m in love-hate with you. Goodbye.

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The day after my 35th birthday, I boarded a flight back to NYC. I hadn’t been back home since August when I booked a last-minute one-way ticket to London.

Immediately, I was back in it. Back-to-back appointments and meeting people. Dinners, breakfasts, lunches, drinks, texts, emails, communications overload. People were flowing in and out of my life and apartment, jamming into this crowded space we call time. My newly-acquired Fitbit was giving me a lot of positive feedback is the upshot. My Metrocard was being swiped. Uber was making frequent stops. I took a nature trip out to Ramapo in Jersey. Classpass reservations were made as I tried to push myself back in shape. Continue reading NYC, I’m in love-hate with you. Goodbye. →

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2016, 2017, life was a palindrome of experience

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I sealed it, wrapped it up, closed the sequence. Or was it the many layers of an onion or the ages shown in the slices of tree trunks?

When I left corporate life in May, I wasn’t sure where to go and what I should do? I had no real plan, though there was an imprint of one in my head asking to be articulated. I would lay in my bed for hours, mind racing through cities, jobs, and possible futures? I believe strongly in intuition, and I believed that if I kept spinning these options around in my head, one would just feel “right.” But the answers never came, and so instead of thinking myself into an answer, I just started living. Instead of asking my brain if I wanted to move to San Francisco, I got on a plane and went there. Continue reading 2016, 2017, life was a palindrome of experience →

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Drifting into New Year’s

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San Francisco was a nest. I flew in a little hatchling straight into my friend’s house on Guerrero Street in the Mission, and I cozied up in her guest room. From time to time, I would sneak bites of the ever-growing chocolate stash accumulating in her kitchen. This was her latest project, obsession, and future business venture. Based on my consumption patterns and the fact that I never ever eat chocolate otherwise, I would say that her business is going to be a raging success.

My New Year’s Eve evening is reflective of my current state of being and hopefully isn’t a harbinger of things to come. I sat around sick for much of a day and started to coordinate plans. Liz brought me a plate of chicken and risotto from upstairs. And then I was in bed tucked away by 10:30pm.

The theme of 2017 is learning to sleep.

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Returning to USA

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My return to USA (oosa, oosa, oosa) almost didn’t happen. We were floating around the pools in Seminyak ordering plates of foods, ice cream, cocktails. I walked out to see my final sunset on Legian Beach. I walked and wandered northward for my final massage. And then boarded my overnight flight bound for Shanghai and then San Francisco.

As uneventful as it was, I am not sure if I’ve ever slept better in my life. There may have been a recognition that something was ending, a chapter of my life perhaps…certainly the year. I unceremoniously rejoiced as I also let it be known to myself that there was a layer to be accepted, whether it would be consciously now or at another point. Let’s just make it to Pudong.

In typical form, I ate myself through the airport as time passed. I considered taking out my guitar and looked askance at the mix of mainland Chinese and SF tech bros/outdoorsy types boarding the plane.

The last few months in SE Asia have been more intense than I had anticipated or planned for, so much moving around from place to place. It has been opening but also impossible to plant any real roots, not just in terms of stability in routine but also what I want to do.

I’ve felt myself flex, grow older, want to do less, and mostly become okay with my choices and getting more in touch with my “wants.”

Goodbye, 2016. You were a great year, the best year. It hasn’t been an easy or straight path, but I think I’m at least finding the start of it.

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Seminyak bookends

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Bringing things full circle. 5 years ago, I had left my 11-year relationship and was about to start a new job that ended up propelling my career in new and very good directions. It was a transition point. I was in Bali. It was my first solo trip. It was momentous. I sat at the bar of an Italian restaurant on my second and last night in Bali after a massage at Jari Menari, and I met my surfer friend Jake, who’s become an oddly important person in my life.

So as I was going through my usual routine of where to stay when I left the Bukit a few days ago, it turned out my friends were all staying in Seminyak. I booked a room at the Four Points Sheraton there. Continue reading Seminyak bookends →

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Christmas in the Bukit

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On Christmas Eve, I was sitting in the breeze of the Kirana eating my breakfast of croissants, chicken bruschetta sandwich, and yogurt, fruit, and granola. I’m not going to lie – it was extremely pleasant (and caloric). I was waffling (not food-wise but mentally) about whether I should hole up and be alone or spend Christmas with three other groups – Jay and the nomads, John and his Singapore/HK crew, or with Jake in the Bukit.

Ever since the summer, I have been wondering if I should see Jake again. I met him 5 years ago in Bali. He’s a surfer who’s been living between Bali, Hawaii, and CA for the past 20 years and a good friend, though things can certainly be strained and odd between us for whatever reason…probably many reasons. He invited me to come stay at his place for the duration of my stay in Bali. He’s always so warm and welcoming, but our worlds could not be more different. His friends seem to all have past criminal records, have served prison time, and do bong rips before surfing in the ocean. The only thing I really want right now is to be taken to a nice fine dining Italian dinner. We have our basic human kindness in common and care for each other deeply even though we seem to barely speak the same language. Continue reading Christmas in the Bukit →

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Culture trekking in Sa Pa

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About 300 km northwest of Hanoi is a town called Sa Pa, a lush and gorgeous area in the Hoàng Liên Son Mountains. Trekking from village to village visiting the hill tribes and crossing the terraced rice fields of the Muong Hoa Valley is the main attraction. Normally, it looks like this:

Source: journeyvietnam.com

I happened to arrive at a moment when it was very cold and enshrouded in fog.

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H 2 the H: Hanoi to Halong Bay

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I hopped on a $40 Jetstar flight way up north to Hanoi (Ha Noi was basically a flood zone due to rain, so I decided to skip this much-loved destination). My friend Mark (aka “Marky Mark”) would meet me up there in a few days.

I didn’t see much of Hanoi. I stayed in the Old Quarter, and as my Uber traveled through the labyrinthine streets to my hotel, Essence Palace Hotel, I thought mostly about my fatigue. The hotel itself was lovely. The staff could not be friendlier. I explained that I wanted to book a Halong Bay cruise and get overnight train tickets to Sapa following my cruise, and it was all taken care of. I didn’t care about paying a premium for anything. I went to my room, turned on HBO, stared at the screen blankly. Then I proceeded to eat every item in the mini-bar. Pringles, Oreos, cashews, two bags of M&Ms, Ritz crackers. The list goes on. I was going on tilt. And then I crashed and slept. It felt so good to not do anything. Continue reading H 2 the H: Hanoi to Halong Bay →

Food, Travel, Work

Saigon, day 3 – wiped!

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The day was spent grazing, gymming, and then at a startup event.

Some eats (minus the massive amounts of summer rolls from street vendors):

I ended the day in a co-working space, at an event hosted by 500 Startups and the Canadian government. The panel discussion was interesting, but it left me wondering about how this startup scene was going to be fueled in Vietnam and what it would actually end up looking like. The chit chat networking session after the event made me realize I need to craft a better story about what I’m doing with my life. Explaining that I’m a nomad without an agenda doesn’t really go over very well. Blank stares. I could see the thought bubble over peoples’ heads, “Oh, you’re not important…or are you? I don’t even know what you’re talking about.” Silence. “Excuse me. I’m going to have a beer.” Dismissed.

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Cu chi tour

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My second day is Saigon was spent mostly out of Saigon. We embarked early in the morning on a motorcycle tour with the tour company OneTrip. It was a well-curated day led by our student guides. One of them, Long, had just finished a year of Survivor style (well, maybe a bit less dramatic and more manageable) trekking around Vietnam.

The day began whizzing around the streets of Saigon with the rain drizzling on us. Surprisingly, it was not as bothersome as I would have thought. It was a Sunday, and I was grateful that traffic was more muted than it would have been on a weekday.

We stopped for a misty breakfast. Our guides pulled out Vietnamese bahn mi sandwiches, giving us the option to have pork or egg. We opted for pork (ah, the vegan life was temporarily over). First, we were served a shot of iced green tea, as is customary. We watched our Vietnamese coffees drip into their vessels, and I drank mine black as the rest dumped some milkiness into the fresh brew.


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Oh my Saigon! Day one

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Ho Chi Minh City, more familiarly known as Saigon, is the crazy bustling commercial capital of Vietnam. Crossing the street is a leap of faith. Little street eateries dot the streets with people cooking next to tiny tables and stools for their patrons. It is a loud, dirty, crazy, and active city. A bit of a shock to the system after weeks of island life and retreats. The first thing that happened to me was getting ripped off, but happily, things improved from there.

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Crossing the border

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The hardest thing about being a nomad without a real end date is figuring out where you’re going next, if anywhere at all. I’ve spent a fair amount of time at this point sitting around the morning I need to check out of a place looking at flight and bus itineraries as well as other hotel and AirBNB options close by.

So…no, life isn’t hard at all. But there is certainly some stability to having structure. On days when I haven’t slept and I’m on the go, I can spend a good 5 hours or more just contemplating the question of what to do next.

As my time in Cambodia was winding down, I decided to go across the border to Vietnam. I remember being in high school and looking at the brochure for a summer exchange program, and that’s when Vietnam first captured my imagination. The Mekong Delta, the treks. Later on in college when one of my great known joys was to order the mountainous appetizer platter from Saigon Grill and go to town on some Bun Xao noodles and a mild stir-fried chicken curry, the food component entered the equation. After college, I met a social scientist and researcher who spent a lot of time working in Vietnam, and all he could do was rave about the culture, the scenery, and the food. It was cemented. Earlier this summer, I found myself booking, canceling, and rebooking flight itineraries to Ho Chi Minh City and Hanoi. Continue reading Crossing the border →

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Haunting Phnom Penh

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If you want to be crushed and reminded of how much humanity and humans suck, go to Phnom Penh. The capital city itself is wild and crazy, a sort of older and crustier Bangkok on steroids. There are imaginary mental lines of driving lanes that people and animals seem tacitly to agree on. The amount of dust floating overhead from the dirt and pollution piling up cannot possibly be healthy. Every once in a while, you can glimpse a Starbucks or some chain that made my heart pitter-patter and momentarily think, “The city! The mothership! A language I can understand (i.e., American hegemony and all the wonderful cookie-cutter corporate commercial food and beverage predictability that entails). Somehow I managed to avoid McDonalds.

There is an omnipresent juxtaposition between modern-day Phnom Penh and its tragic history. Continue reading Haunting Phnom Penh →

My musings on life, travel, and (I suppose eventually) work. Just trying to balance left and right brain, the urge to do vs. be. Easy stuff.