Wandering K
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Exploring the world and finding my place in it
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Respite for the Restless Soul
We lurched to a stop on the highway, the driver pointing down a dirt path and saying something in Malay. This must be my stop; I gather my bags and hop off the dilapidated local bus from Kuantan, making the mistake of setting my pack back down on a bench inhabited by giant red ants as I scan my surroundings in an attempt to get my bearings. I stared down the empty dirt road that I assume leads to Cherating with trepidation as I spied one of the guesthouses mentioned in the five year old guide book I picked up; it lies in ruins, nothing more than a rotting collection of wooden panels and beams, the welcome sign swinging lazily from it’s last remaining hinge. Even in Penang the bus attendants thought I was telling them the wrong name when I said I wanted to come here. This does not bode well for me.
By Wandering K3 years ago in Wander
Colorful Penang
I have always been fascinated by color. Sunsets move me more than orchestras; the blending hues of blood reds, fiery oranges, muted yellows and deepening purples creating silent symphonies that reverberate within me far longer than the final haunting note of any piano, violin, jazz flute or guitar ever could. I can stare endlessly at the dazzling aqua, teal, turquoise, and midnight blues of the sea; I become enraptured watching sunlight dance across landscapes and shroud fields in the golden halos of late afternoon. As a child I would collect those strips of paper with the color samples from home improvement stores simply because I loved the varying shades. I still sometimes resist the urge to grab a handful of them if I walk past a display wall; I almost fear the day I become a homeowner with the freedom to use the walls as my canvas.
By Wandering K3 years ago in Wander
Daddy's Little Girl
My parents divorced when I was very young. My younger brother and I lived with our mom, Dad lived in Arizona and we would see him twice a year. They both re-married and my family extended on both sides; from my dad’s new family I got Carolyn and Josh, and from my mom – Mike and Corey. For some reason I never got along so well with Josh (he grew up an only child), but I had no problem with Carolyn as my step-mom. I got along great with Corey but I hated – and I mean hated – Mike as my step-dad.
By Wandering K3 years ago in Humans
