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Backpack Down
I sped away from the Singapore airport, bagless. My cab driver whistled along to R.E.M.’s “Everybody Hurts” on the radio as we pulled up to the hostel just in time for the first lecture of second semester.
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Strangers of Seoul
Of all the lessons I expected to learn while traveling as a woman, “trusting strangers” was never one of them.
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T-minus like no time at all
Two years ago, I had no idea that a registration slip-up would have left me entirely awestruck by the vastness of a history and the complexity of a language which I had so seldom experienced in my life.
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liv adrift 