It seems silly and mundane, but I’ve recently conquered my fear of driving. After eight years of inhabiting cities with decent public transportation, Philadelphia now means a new job, a new life, new necessities, and giving some TLC to an old car. I believe that my nervousness at having to maneuver a car was alwaysContinue reading “In Which You Lose Control”
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Visiting Roots
(Photos from old family albums dating back to 1980s) The first time I’d been back to Philly Chinatown in an entire year was on a Saturday about a month ago to have tea with a friend. In the car with my father bumping slowly down 10th Street to avoid sudden street-crossers, I peer outContinue reading “Visiting Roots”
Another year, another homecoming
Back in the land of cheesesteaks, oversized cars, drive-thrus, excessive electronics, cereal aisles… Every time I leave Madrid for native lands it’s as if I’ve stepped into another dimension, as if the excruciating plane ride across the Atlantic were really a reality warp. Finally there are people who speak the language of sarcasm. Who sayContinue reading “Another year, another homecoming”
