I moved to Las Vegas last week. And I lived there a total of six days before I concluded that perhaps moving to Vegas sans car, job or apartment probably wasn’t the wisest of decisions. I’m now a little broker, a little wiser and back to sleeping on my parents sofa bed in California. I… Read More Waking up in Vegas
“Trust your hunches. They’re usually based on facts filed away just below the conscious level.” – Dr. Joyce Brothers I’m moving tomorrow. Well, I don’t know if you’d consider what I’m doing to be ‘moving’ exactly. I’ll be packing up my mom’s car and driving to a new city with every intention of living there…But… Read More Trust Your Instincts
While I was packing for “The Big Move, Numero 19” last night, I found a letter that I’d written to myself when I was 14. It was tucked into my 8th grade yearbook and addressed to ‘Future Me.’ The letter made me cry. ’14-year-old Reannon’ had put so much faith in the future. I’d been… Read More A Letter from my Younger Self
In two weeks my parents are going to Kenya to help start a drug and alcohol rehabilitation center. Their hope is to eventually create a farm where the recovering addicts and alcoholics from the Nairobi slums can learn how to grow their own crops. I’ve been put in charge of researching slum life in Kenya,… Read More ‘Women-Only’ Tribe in Kenya
Sometimes a book will find it’s way into my hands in such a bizarre and mysterious way that it’s hard not to believe that some higher force is at play. It’s almost like the Universe planned for me to find that particular book at that particular point in my life. Last weekend I was standing… Read More Books I was Destined to Read
The Ocean has always been such a lifeline for me. Whenever I’m upset, an hour of listening to the yawn of the waves and inhaling the smell of sun-baked seaweed is all I need to feel rejuvenated; healed. It’s like the foamy waves are the white-gloved fingertips of a nurse washing away my hurt; tucking… Read More Healing at a Hippie Commune
Sad Tree By Melonhead83 I had a friend in Japan who was one of those curious ‘between cultures’ people who didn’t identify with any one country’s beliefs or value system. She’d grown up in Tokyo, Chicago, Bangkok, Oregon, New York and Sydney and was a free-thinker, a non-conformist and completely unbothered by other’s opinions of… Read More Roots
“I’m like a bird I’ll only fly away I don’t know where my soul is I don’t know where my home is” – Nelly Furtado It’s about time I aired a little dirty laundry. I’ve got a confession to make that I’ve been keeping a secret for far too long. So here goes: I’ve recently… Read More Yes, I’m obsessed with traveling. And no, I’m not running away from my problems…
My life Stateside feels like a chapter out of Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing. I’m (temporarily!!!) staying at my parents house in Northern California and not only does it feel like my life in Japan never existed, but it also feels like the last 16 years of my life never existed as well. I’m… Read More 10 Again
I’m usually not the type of person to pay 10 dollars for advice from someone who claims to see the future in a few fine wrinkles on my palm. But maybe it was because I was once again jobless, homeless and directionless and wanted some answers so badly that I was willing to suspend my… Read More The Palm Reader
