There are only so many posts where I say, “It’s been a busy few... days/weeks/months," before feeling trite.
Just few months ago I had mentioned to my friends Laura and Holley that I was heading to Sri Lanka to do a story for NPR—that same week they messaged me to say that they had gotten tickets to meet me in Burma and continue on to Sri Lanka with me.
Another friend, Ashley, joined us in Lanka and I got to spend almost two weeks with three of the most savvy, inspiring and fantastic women I could have asked for-- and exactly what the doctor ordered.
When the girls and I parted ways I hopped on a train and rode 11 hours out to Sri Lanka’s tea country, chasing a tea story I had been researching.
Amba Estate, located in Ambadandegama Valley, is an organic farm with a unique history. The staff, which is equally split between Sinhalese and Tamil workers, also receives ten percent of revenue the farm receives. (UPDATE: To learn more about Amba be sure to read the story here, on NPR.org.) I spent the week hiking on a mountainside, wandering trails and meeting some of the most lovely people I’ve come across in this lifetime.
But soon it was time to leave the fields, this time to fly to Washington, D.C... just in time for Trump’s Inauguration week. Before diving into the mayhem I spent two nights at a cabin in Virginia doing nothing but sleeping, eating and rereading all of Janine di Giovanni's books when jet lag got the best of me.
In the blink of an eye it was time to get to D.C. and get to work. The Women’s March. Five photo shoots for D.C. clients. Visiting my family. Seeing loved ones. Paying off that last phone bill I had completely forgotten about… it was a whirlwind two weeks.
And then, just like that, I was back in Burma, moving into an apartment with my name on the lease for the first time in eight months. I started work the next week, being hired as the Multimedia Editor at Frontier Myanmar. (I’ll have more to share on that in the near future.)
The last few weeks have been full of big triumphs and minor tribulations. I may have stepped in countless unidentifiable substances on the sidewalk and said “testicle” instead of “egg” when ordering food—but I also managed to have my favorite cab driver invite me to have tea with his family and have been finding extra snacks snuck into the small plastic bag I get from my favorite banana pancakes street stall vendor.
And then there’s my home—the place I look forward to coming back to after a long day or week or month of being away for work. From zines, to textiles, to dried flowers and trinkets from around the globe… when I look around my apartment I see little pieces of my friends, places and people I love…
…which leads me to believe that there will never enough posts where I say, “I couldn’t be more lucky.”