Sandwich

“‘Ello miss, where abouts ah you cumin’ from?” asked the cop.

“London,” I said.

His eyes slowly veered to my bike and then back to me. “On the M2?”

“Is this the M2?”

The Rebound

I recently went through a breakup. With my running club. We had a good thing going — weekly track workouts followed by cheap beer, weekend getaway long runs in the mountains, the occasional karaoke night, long walks on the beach at sunset… West Valley TC wasn’t just the track club next door. We had…

Farewells

“Dude. Where the hell are you?”

No reply.

It was 5:05pm and my boss promised that our meeting would start at 5:00pm sharp and last no longer than five minutes. He said it was urgent.

Running into trouble

It was 8:00 on Saturday and my heart was a flutter. I had a date with a lake. It would be just me and her and nothing to interrupt our glorious morning together. I braided my hair and dawned a fresh pair of running shorts and went to the shoe shop on the corner to buy a new pair of trainers…

The Rug

I have a knack for using my body and bike in the way that ants use their exoskeletons to transport oversized and complexly-shaped items for nest-making.

This is because I nest-build almost exclusively with nest items that I find on Craigslist. (Or, here in London, Craigslist + Gumtree +…

London Week 1

Moving to another country is sort of like drowning. Your initial reaction is to panic and start thrashing everywhere in wild hope of grasping some line of control. There are duvet covers to buy and closets to organize and things to plug into things that plug into funny shaped outlets and not nearly…

Graduation from 2013

Every year when my brother and I were little, my parents and uncles marked our heights on the wall at my grandma’s house. I miss that. I’ve realized most of my New Years resolutions these days are some variation of that ritual — I tell myself I’m going to start filling out annual surveys…

Wie sagt man, “I would like all the baklava, please.”?

The day before I left for Berlin, I bought a suitcase at Ross for $70 because my roommate’s was too big and my coworker’s was too small. I bought a neck pillow and an eye cover and earplugs. I would have bought Ambien if they sold it…

Frankly my dear…

I was miraculously not hung over when I woke up on Saturday morning but 7:00am was nonetheless surprising and unwelcome. I considered combing my hair and putting on makeup but when I looked in the mirror, I saw Rhett Butler staring back at me. All of the sudden, the words “Frankly my dear, I don’t…

Good Riddance San Francisco

Really San Francisco? You couldn’t muster a single gust of Bay wind today? You chose this very afternoon to shake off your June gloom? You couldn’t find a single grouch to glare at me on the street or a single car to swerve into my bike lane? Today of all days, you just had to…