Yeah, so….about not updating this blog for over a month…sorry about that. Not sure that I have the energy or creativity to recount all the possible excuses at the moment, but trust me, they’re good, you would totally buy them and forgive me wholeheartedly.




My first scientific research paper was published when I was exactly half the age I am now, and it was on neurophysiology and lexical access in the Journal of the Academy of Sciences. I represented the US for two years in the International Science and Engineering Fair. I was such a science nerd that one night while I was out to dinner with friends in Paris, a beautiful actress came up to me and swore she knew me from somewhere…..when at last, after another hour or two and a few bottles of wine, she realized she remembered me from my final year of scientific research. It had been almost a decade since she'd met me. I should win some sort of award for my nerd-notoriety.







Then I ditched skateboarding to pursue a degree international politics in the UK. Then I went to Greece and fed cats bits from my gyros as I strolled around Athens each day. Then Australia for grad school, where adventures abounded. I hitchhiked for the first time. I was engaged for the first and only time. I swam with dolphins. I started working on the Thai-Burma border. Then I moved to Paris, where I had an adorable little apartment in the tenth district and could see the sun gleaming on Sacre Couer perched atop Monmarte each morning. I wandered the streets of Paris as they were blanketed in the snow, savoring streetside crepes and realizing how many loud, rude, obnoxious Americans are abroad that give us all a bad name. I will never forget you, large drunken man, who kept thinking that screaming that you wanted Hazelnut Schnapps louder and louder each time was actually going to help you get any.


It is like being in the very heartbeat of the world, where the blood rushes and swells with pure vitality, good or bad, it’s the most alive I had ever been up to that point. The work I did for the IRC and Mercy Corps while I was there taught me so much about the work I had always dreamed of doing and helped me figure out exactly what I had to offer and what I was best at doing.
Leaving Manhattan was one of the hardest things I have ever done, and it’s crazy to say that, since when I first moved there I was ready to throw in the towel almost immediately. It’s a place that once it grabs you, it’s impossible to shake. It gets under your skin, into the very marrow of your being. Like a drug, it gives you the rush you think you can no longer live without, and being away for long leaves you trembling in withdrawal.
I grew up quite a bit after that. Some people don’t know when it happens to them, but for me, it was as a clear as a bright, sunlit morning. I got a good office job, where I often wore suits and made a more than reasonable salary. I worked in an office from 9-5, packed my lunch every day, and regularly happy-houred with my co-workers. Took the dog to the dog park in the morning. Snuggled with the cat at night. Shopped at the farmer’s market. Went for morning jogs. One would think I had finally arrived. Bt I was restless and all I wanted to do was run away.
You who know me well, know the embarrassing fact that I do actually love lying in bed trying to conjoin astrophysics and quantum theory. I wonder about invisible vibrating strings almost daily. And that somehow makes me think of this place, these people. I remember reading in a book that different places have different words that emanate from them. DC might be power or ambition or politics. Paris might be art or luxury, renaissance. People are supposed to keep looking for the word and its place which matches the word that vibrates and calls out from within them. Trouble is, we don’t all know our word, nor how to find the place that fits the beat of our hearts, the rhythm of our pulse. I couldn’t have told you where I would fit until I got here. The thought of leaving in a few months is currently unthinkable. The road hasn’t been smooth by a long shot. We passed some dark days here. Time grows short. As with all things, this too shall pass. Those words always pull me through the rough times and remind me to appreciate the beautiful ones.

It is time to start the hunt for a job once again and it will be difficult. This place is so remote that finding an organization that does the work I am meant to do near here would be difficult, if not impossible. I have to keep an open mind and an open heart, and know that somehow I will find my way back here from time to time even if the next step for me is somewhere far from here. These people have made such an imprint on my soul, I know I will never be able to stay away for too long.
So, I am 32 now. And the Kenyans still tell me I look 18. (Thanks to my lovely Thai mother for these slow-aging genes.) I love my life. I have clambered about on all but one continent. (And that's Antarctica, so it doesn't really count, right? : ) ) I have dined while sitting atop dirt floors in rural villages and danced the night away in gold-gilded embassies. I have dated the guys whose posters were on my wall or who wrote my favorite books or sang my favorite songs or starred in my favorite shows. I have befriended the likes of giants in this world in terms of brilliance and compassion, and seen the world as they do from perches atop their shoulders. I have loved the 'unlovable', seen the 'invisible' and heard the 'voiceless'. I have followed every dare I ever dared myself and I have never met the ends with regret.
32. I have about a year left to give Jesus or Alexander the Great a run for their money in terms of a llife fulfilled. It’s so strange to not know where I will be three months from now. What continent I will live on. What I will be doing. For a hyper-planner, I’m mysteriously at peace with the uncertainty before me. As Joseph Campbell says, If the path before you is clear, you are probably on someone else’s; your own path you make with every step you take; that’s what makes it your path. He also says, We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us.
When I first got here, it felt a bit like the path dropped off before me. I was falling from a cliff side, full of both the rush and the fear, but overwhelmed by the awe of the beauty of it all. And now I feel like I am beginning to look up in wonder and to recognize just what type of a fall this was. So this is love.
I find rest with the sound of the vibration of strings in perfect harmony.
When I first got here, it felt a bit like the path dropped off before me. I was falling from a cliff side, full of both the rush and the fear, but overwhelmed by the awe of the beauty of it all. And now I feel like I am beginning to look up in wonder and to recognize just what type of a fall this was. So this is love.
I find rest with the sound of the vibration of strings in perfect harmony.