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Rocktown.
Rocktown.
Besides a few weeks here and there I left Nashville when I was 18, and have never returned with any sense of permanence. When I arrived there last November slightly disheveled from international travel and being whipped by the ways of the world, my sensitive self felt more determined than ever not to get tangled up in its southern claws. I planned my departure dates with sternness to my family, implying I had so many better places to be. (more…)

Adventure Bum

Check out the latest issue of new online publication The Adventure Bum. I have a short piece in there I wrote a few years ago when I was on one of my many job hunts,…

Redirect to Rio

Olivia Hsu catching some rays and enjoying the view on the beach in Rio.
Olivia Hsu catching some rays and enjoying the view on the beach in Rio.
When I first arrived in Rio I couldn’t stop falling over. I mean I’m not the most coordinated person to begin with, I always joke I can send my project in style then trip over a tree branch going to take my shoes off, but the amount of dizziness and inability to gain composure that surrounded my daily moment was abnormal. My logical mind knew I was likely just overwhelmed, leaving Boulder in a slightly panicked state, with big life changes on the horizon and a work load that canopied this trip which I was still unsure how to navigate. (more…)

Strawberry Stains

Sunset Independence Pass, CO
Sunset Independence Pass, CO
I remember when my dad handed me Jack Kerouac’s “On The Road” when I was about 13. I flipped through the pages to find a baby photo of myself tucked beneath its covers, acting as a forgotten bookmark. I wanted to relate to the book my father was so fond of, but I couldn’t help feeling lost its chapters unable to understand this young man’s sense of indifference and need for escape. (more…)