I lay in the warmth of the thick wool blankets I’m cocooned between, hoping to prolong the moment. If I stay put, I can maintain the shield of body heat I’ve created during the night. I decide to take a peak outside, and let whatever is waiting for me determine my next move.
Imagine a 5’2” twenty something peeking over the steering wheel of a white cargo van, winding through Navajo Nation with distinct red hues gleaming off pillar shaped rock formations in the distance, 80’s pop blaring through the speakers, and a miniature sheep peeking out the passenger window.
Cardboard rocketships, home-made science projects, and hunting for artifacts Indiana Jones-style filled my afternoons growing up. So naturally, when the time came to declare a college major at 18, I was a bit stumped.
At the risk of sounding dramatic- November 8th, 2016 changed my life. It’s not like everything was perfect and overnight it went to shit because a privileged white man won a race that he appeared to treat as a game of Monopoly. But kind of.
I peeled my eyelids open to find a 6’6″ man towering over me with a look of concern in his one good eye. I felt the stiffness of the bench pressing against my back on the subway platform. This was not my usual stop. I slowly started to piece together how I got there.
The infamous mountain ranges, historical cities, fondue and swiss chocolate are all good reasons to visit Switzerland, but if you visit in winter, chances are you will fall in love.
When the heat of the sun’s rays begged my eyelids to open that first morning on the southern plains of Uganda, I awoke startled at the emotions they evoked.
My introduction to the infamous big apple came from a handful of extremely touristy visits to Manhattan