Leaving, but not going home.
"Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life." -- Jack KerouacI don't even like Jack Kerouac, but I do feel that this quote sums up my life for the past several months in the true pseudo-intellec

Bone(r)s
Last week I had the luxury of a three day work week which just so happened to coincide with my friend Julia's week off at Trinity College in Ireland. Visitors!Wednesday night Julia, her friend Chris, my new friend Erin, Julie, her friends and two girls from Poland who came to hangout from

The Only All the Gays in the Village Church.
This weekend was full of Mezipatra, the Queer Film Festival that came through Prague this week. I must say, the highlight was definitely Homolution, a party that took place in a big old church called Sacre Coeur. Yes, there was a gay dance party in a church. Take that, Je

"I move in water, shore to shore"
Anyone who reads this or has talked to me knows that my time here thus far has been very up and down. I think it's like that for all of us. Socially, aesthetically, it's pretty good. I meet new friends every week. Moving to another country is hard, though. Moving to a

"Shit, I got a gallery in New York"
I would like to take a moment to point out some of the (I think) more hilarious artwork in one of my lesson plans, that I am still proud of somehow. This was for my second one-to-one lesson ever, during my TEFL course in August. Can you guess what the lesson was on? (The Amish). Even better, can you guess