Last night, I was happy to be home. Ecstatic. After a long day of travel, a four-hour layover, and the roughest turbulence I have ever experienced—passengers were crying and I felt like I was riding the Texas Giant circa 1998—I was glad to be on the ground and walking toward baggage claim. Following the line …
I, like so many people, didn't know how long we'd be staying at home when the world began to close its doors. On March 12, I began what would become a year-and-counting of being away from normalcy and I made a decision on that day that I'd keep a digital journal throughout the year. Some …
I spent the past week on the other side of the world in Singapore. It’s not a figure of speech—"the other side of the world”—I was actually on the inverse point of the planet from my life in New York City; the furthest I’ve ever been from home. In many ways, I’m still the little …
Sunday began not unlike any other day I’ve flown from here to there. My phone was charged, my mid-flight book was readily accessible in my backpack, and my bottle of water was filled. I’d spent the previous three days in Los Angeles with my friends and my other half, having the best time doing nothing …
Ten minutes after I stepped off the plane, I was attacked by a mosquito the size of a bird. It slammed into my head as if it didn’t know where it was going but judging by the heat, I imagine it was trying to get inside the terminal and on board the next plane out. …
Ryan Brinson 