Georgie

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The old man’s arm curled up and over the back of his headrest. His skin was tar brown and stretched thin over ligament and bone. Gnarled fingers formed a hand that looked more like the burl of an ancient tree than an appendage that could move freely. His hand rested there, ten or so inches from my face. I wondered if he had diabetes or some other disease that limited feeling. Wondered as much because after seeing it dangling there in front of me for thirty minutes, I became curious... Read more →

So… what the hell is up with Tim

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This is a procrastination post, straight up. I’m sitting in a coffee shop on Phaholyothin Road across from my current home in Bangkok, Thailand. It’s nice. There is a cat themed bar on the roof, and a hostel next door named “Everyday Sunday,” because, I’m assuming, people here love Sunday. I’ve been posting lots and lots of pictures and stories on my instagram (timnasium), and have been meaning to transfer them over here so as to actual host my content on my own page. But I haven’t yet. But that’s... Read more →

The Next Great Adventure

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I have one chance to live life as who I am, right now, on this planet. This is the mantra I say to myself multiple times a week. That is my creed I fall back on when I’m scared to do something. And it’s a necessity as someone who lives with anxiety and OCD, since I’m scared to do pretty much everything all the time. Just today, I had a slight breakdown going over the requirements for our visa (they are lengthy and complicated), and I’m sure I’ll have another... Read more →