Over the past three years, I've been in various places: the south suburbs of Illinois; northern Illinois just by Iowa; Denver, Colorado; Bemidji, Minnesota; and more recently, Barcelona, Spain.
In the last week of October, I had no idea where I would be living: would I go more to Ohio with my parents? Try to stay in the south suburbs of Chicago or move to the city? Or would I try to live in Denver with my sister? The answer: none of the above.
I got hired on the fly and was asked to move to the Twin Cities. I'm living in St. Paul, learning, exploring it, and coming to really like it here. I imagine I'll go to other parts of the world sooner or later. Imagine me on a plane, on a bus, or a hippie van if you will. This is one rooted writer waiting in transition for the next part of her life.
+++These last few days have been trying. A few weeks ago I was bright, idealistic, and had no idea what I was signing up for when I enrolled in the Oxford Seminar TEFL course. I knew it would an intensive three weeks, but I trusted that I would get through whatever the course hurled my way. What I had not imagined:
1- There was no way I was going to be able to get all the reading done, especially…
Wazir Khan Masjid, Lahore’s old Walled City, Photographs by ||| Tammie
Book on Navigation, Late 17th century-early 18th century
Ink and pigments on laid European paper bound between boards covered with red leather with gold.
Old Walled City — Lahore, Pakistan, 2012