Writing projects can feel like a slog, but what if you reframe it? Seeing my dissertation as a garden helped me turn anxiety into growth. What metaphor would help you nurture your writing practice?
Gratitude and Reflections
Completing my dissertation has been a journey shaped by countless moments of support, encouragement, and collaboration. In academic publications, acknowledgments are often tucked away in the first few pages, but I believe that gratitude deserves a little more space—especially when it reflects the communities, mentors, and loved ones who helped me along the way. So,…
Getting a UK Youth Mobility Visa for Canadians
About This Guide This is a step-by-step guide to applying for a Tier 5 YMS visa for the UK, while located outside the UK. If you’re reading this post, I suspect you’re considering or are in the process of applying for your Tier 5 Youth Mobility Visa for the United Kingdom. Welcome! Before we get started,…
How to Work in France: Get a Working Holiday Visa
So You Want to Work in France? If you want to work in France and you’re between the ages of 18 and 35, you’re in luck! The France working holiday visa is easy as pie to get. Why should you listen to me? Well, it appears that I have come to be known as the ‘youth…
On Finding Serenity in the Chaos, Chefchaouen
Beep! Beep! The sharp honk of a white scooter pulled me out of my trance. Monday in Chefchaouen: it’s a market day. Traders set up stalls or lay their wares on tarps along the sidewalks down Calle Zerktouni, a short street off Avenida Hassan II, and continue into the residential areas. Outside the blue and…
What is “Home” When You’re In Constant Motion?
Home It’s an elusive term, isn’t it? It’s why we have so many aphorisms about it: “Home is where the heart is.” “A man [sic] travels to figure out what he’s looking for and returns home to find it.” “Home is where I can look and feel ugly and enjoy it.” Okay, maybe not…
Toronto, je t’aime
En sortant du métro vers le remue-ménage du centre-ville du samedi soir mon coeur sursaute. Parfois, je marche dans la ville juste pour voir ce qu’elle fait, Toronto. Est-ce qu’elle est bruyante ? Est-ce qu’elle rit ? J’aime ses quartiers, sa diversité, et le fait qu’on puisse sortir chaque soir pendant un an sans…
On Spain: An Unfinished Country
I sat quietly among the flurry of languages on L2 on the Barcelona metro. We were heading west towards La Pau, but few would go that far. At 2:30 in the afternoon, it was unlikely that these were commuters. I looked around and tried to guess who would be getting off at the same stop…
When It’s Not Really Goodbye
“On y va!”, Tommy yelled, the boat starting with a roar. As I sat on this boat filled mostly with Martiniquais, I picked out a young couple sitting in the back. They were British. The woman had her hair cornrowed into a ponytail, a blue printed dress, and was scribbling notes in a maroon leather-bound…
Break-Up Letter # 1
I would really like it if we could stay friends. There are so many things I love about you, parts of you I find charming, and I put so much into our relationship: trying new things, meeting your friends and family, but it didn’t fulfill me. I waded in the deepest rivers of your soul…