Travel Stories

Confession: my family goes on vacation without me…and I love it.
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Confession: my family goes on vacation without me…and I love it.

A few years ago, the Swiss theater troupe Moomenschanz came to Zellerbach Hall in Berkeley. Josh’s mom was really excited about this, and wanted to take all of us to a matinee performance. Although Josh and I weren’t thrilled about the idea (we’re not that into surreal mime), we agreed.

How I spent 6 weeks in a tent…in Oakland…and why I’m terrified of jet lag.

How I spent 6 weeks in a tent…in Oakland…and why I’m terrified of jet lag.

For those seven long years, I was so constantly tired that I felt like I was on some kind of strong hallucinogenic drug. I routinely saw bats flapping in the shadows and large shapes hulking in doorways. I stumbled through the days in a stupid haze, often forgetting basic information (Josh’s cell phone number, if I had eaten lunch, what that thing with the prongs is called…you know…that thing…?).