MY MOST RECENT RAMBLES:
Live prodigal.
My last blog was titled, “The Prodigal Backpacker Returns” and the title got me thinking about prodigal sons and what that term really means…
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The Prodigal Backpacker Returns
I flew into Los Angeles 2 weeks ago. It was perfect timing, as there were lots of parties in Hollywood and Johnny had some sweet sunset gigs. So, I Crashed at Johnny’s house for a few days and rocked Hollywood with
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Some People Call it Reverse Culture Shock.
When a backpacker travels for a long period of time, experiencing the intricacies and unique nuances of another culture (i.e. partying, boozing, and sexing with foreigners), they can become so accustomed to this new culture that their home culture suddenly seems foreign. Some people call this Reverse Culture Shock. I’ve got a different name for it…
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A Big Decision That Made Itself
My visa was expiring in a week and I had to make a big decision. I didn’t have to be back in California by mid-June for my sister’s wedding, so I wanted to extend the visa and stay an extra month in Byron Bay, working and partying and enjoying the last days of the Aussie summer…
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It’s gonna be scary..
We said goodbye at a bus stop. I can’t even begin to tell you how many people I’ve said goodbye to at a bus stop. They are sad places for me. Robin and I sat on a ledge and waited for the bus and I felt like a nervous little kid, avoiding eye contact and…
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