Amidst a conference in Phnom Penh, Cambodia, I found myself in a country I knew next to nothing about. Aside from being near Vietnam and once housing one of the darkest genocides in human history, you don’t hear a lot about it. But during a short afternoon I had free, I set out to explore… Read More Shall We Gather at the River?
A 48-hour transit to the other side of the world? You best believe I documented the entire thing.… Read More 48-Hour Transit: A Journal Across the World
I’ve sort of been to India. Only sort-of.… Read More A Curry-Filled Glimpse
Part III It’s been over a month since I bounced back to real life in the U.S. It feels good, but I do miss the place I grew to love—a mansion that’s still shining over the fields of Grantham, England. My final days there were a blur—their minutes ticking away until my life at Harlaxton… Read More Missing the Manor
You can’t live in a different country for half a year and not assimilate into its culture somehow. This is how an American went British… sort of.… Read More Going British
For six months, I have lived and worked in a daydream. In a fairy tale of a place in the English midlands. In a mansion filled with unique souls, coming and going as they experience what the world has to offer. And with them, I have tasted a sweet piece of the world as well.… Read More Cheerio
When I accepted my position with Harlaxton over a year ago, one of my friends skipped the congratulations and immediately said he was coming to see me while I worked here. A couple of months later, two more from the same friend group said they were following suit. At the time, I really didn’t believe… Read More Four Hands