Sorry for the click-bait title, but I'm not a cultural anthropologist. Not surprisingly, I grew fond of Germany over my two years living there. I even got used to things I sometimes found annoying (and I am speaking generally here), like the Germans’ adherence to minor rules, their formality, their being so uptight so much … Continue reading Is German Culture Changing?
The bus to Pristina, Kosovo was sold out. It was Good Friday after all, so people had time off work. It made sense. Still, I hadn’t been expecting it. It had already taken two hours to get to Podgorica from Kotor and thirty minutes to get to the front of the ticket counter line. The … Continue reading The Balkan Boogie: Kotor And the Road to Albania
I. The Rise of The Fear I never really considered myself a full-fledged man until I moved to Nürnberg, Germany, scared of what was going on, what the end game was going to be. I’d spent my last two weeks in the States wishing I wasn’t leaving, wishing I could deal with this next to … Continue reading Your Anxiety Won’t Kill You: Dealing with The Fear
All four times I’ve prepared to move overseas, the exact same rollercoaster of emotions have come. It probably doesn’t help that I left each time from Folly Beach, South Carolina, one of the more pleasant places on this planet. The two weeks before I leave are two weeks of swinging back and forth between excitement and … Continue reading Culture Shock: The Psychology of Moving Abroad (and Back)
Despite the heavy wind and rain, it only took twenty-five minutes to get to Folly Beach from North Charleston. There were no stoplights, no traffic to slow us down. It was starting to get darker and after opening the car door, I couldn’t believe how loud the wind roared. We were going to leave very … Continue reading My Irrational Love of Hurricanes
Part one: https://akingofnowhere.wordpress.com/2016/09/28/the-road-to-tusheti/ Like most traveling, my trip to Tusheti simply left me with a collection of moments with no clear narrative. I’m left with memories, photographs, and now these words. But only the memories hold everything together. Writing words about the crisp mountain air won’t help you really smell it. Looking at the picture of … Continue reading Inside Tusheti and the Way Back
Things weren’t exactly off to a hot start. I was waiting at the square at the Isani metro stop, sitting as far away from the homeless as possible. And the stray dogs. It was early, around 7:10, the guide wasn’t supposed to meet me until 7:30, and I didn’t want to talk to anyone besides … Continue reading The Road to Tusheti