My Life By a Snapshot

Hi there, I moved here to Cambridge, Ontario, Canada just over five months ago from Battambang, Cambodia where my family serve as missionaries. I lived there with them and serving with them for about three and a half years. So, when I moved back to the west I prepared myself for re-entry and reverse culture shock. I wrote a whole post about it too. Click here to read it. But after five months of living here how have I adapted?  In my original blog post, I wrote about disorientation and disassociation. That has definitely stayed the same. Well, the disorientation went away but I definitely still disassociate. I have many homes; Australia, Cambodia, Texas, Quebec, Ontario. Home to me is more about the people, the familiarity and the way I feel safe in a place. It’s more about how I feel than actual place itself. Each of my homes are extremely separated in my mind. It’s almost as if they don’t exist simultaneously. I’m not sure why this happened. I tend to be very present whe...

Hi, Recently I've been struggling with what I should write about. I try to write a blog post that will interest my readers but that I am also passionate about. I always want to please you but also be proud of whatever I'm putting out there.  Usually, this means writing about travelling, a recent experience or changes in my life. But, today I decided to write about something a little more abstract. I want to talk about relationships. Specifically, long-distance relationships. This doesn't have to mean a romantic relationship. It can be friends that live far away or family that isn't close. These relationships can be extremely challenging. So, let's chat about long distance relationships! So, you know how I said long distance relationships don't have to be romantic? Well, they can be. If you know me at all you'll know that I have a boyfriend and he's from Texas. That means he's 2122km or 1131miles away! We've been dating for seven months an...

Hi there,  This goes out to all those who have ever thought negatively about their body. I'm writing this to anyone who doesn't like the way they look. This is for those who criticize their bodies. I'm talking to those who are self-conscious about their looks. So, listen up. I've got a story to tell. This is my story.    I want to start this off by saying that I only realized all this after it had all happened. I didn't recognize the thoughts and my actions at the time. But, looking back I can now see what was going on. It's kind of like life is a highway and I can only see the giant pothole in the rear-view mirrors. With that said, today I wanted to tell my story of the wrestling match between me and my own body. I'm not telling this story because it's a pleasant one. I'm not telling this story because I enjoy thinking about it. I'm not trying to make you smile. I'm telling it because it's a part of my story and I hope that others...