The last few days I have been so disheartened. Sad. Angry. I’m having trouble finding my usual positive thinking, happy-go-lucky self. This blog has always been a safe place for me. A place to share the good things in life. A place to show others that they too can grab hold of their dreams, and live that life they imagine. But this week, I don’t feel like that person. I walk down the street in a daze, reflecting on our world in deep, troubling sadness. Today I am not sharing my latest adventure or cultural mishap, because honestly I just don’t have that in me right now. Over the last year, the refugee crisis has grown to unforeseen levels. Living in Folkestone, only a 30 minute trip from Calais on the Eurotunnel, I saw first-hand the fear and uncertainty of those around me. Fear of these war-torn and desperate people…Continue Reading
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{Cover Photo: Some rights reserved by contagiousmemes} In 1888, East London was not the kind of place where you’d want to be walking around dark alleys. More or less slums, the living conditions in the area were squalid. The area was predominately inhabited by London’s working classes, a hodgepodge of immigrants mostly from Poland, Russia, and Germany. Whitechapel was in the center of all this. If you took a time machine back to 1888, Whitechapel would have been buzzing day and night. Ladies working hard for their rent on the street corner, barefoot children running along the cobblestones, men gathering at the pub for a pint or two (or ten) after their shifts at the docks. But there would have been something else in the air in 1888 – fear. Ladies of the night were being killed left and right. Not just killed, brutally murdered. Nobody knew who was responsible, and…Continue Reading
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Hey guys. Today I thought I’d show you around my new home. I’ll be getting back to travel later this week, but with my absence of late it seems appropriate to share the cause behind the disruptions. Stratford, my new home, is in East London – and up until very recently it didn’t exactly have the best reputation. Thankfully, the area was chosen to host the London Olympics in 2012, a decision which has turned a once industrial wasteland into a shining example of what the Olympic legacy can accomplish. I had actually visited Stratford once before the Olympics. It was my first summer in England, and I had decided to go up to the city and explore for the weekend, turning to couch-surfing for a cheap (okay, free) accommodation option. My host lived in Stratford, and I remember being overwhelmingly happy walking through her neighborhood. Every person I saw…Continue Reading