Being Human

Cuba is much more than a time capsule for visitors to gawk at: during my time there, I learned that it is a country still deeply entrenched in a complex political situation, a struggle for financial stability, and teetering on the brink of a collective craving for a better life.

It’s strange to think how much the trajectory of our lives can be dictated by society’s definition of success. Why do we waste time and energy fighting for what we don’t want, rather than unapologetically pursue our own passions? 

After three years of living in New York City, I decided to call it quits.

While I’ve always felt a magnetic pull towards San Diego, I couldn’t have imagined that my first visit would be the result of an unexpected breakup.

We find in Nature the same qualities that we find in our creative, instinctual selves – the inexplicable, the limitless, the part that is unapologetic and determined to express itself to the world in full force. 

“Don’t you feel alone traveling solo?” I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been asked this question. 

’ve been in New York City for just over two years and I’ve already lived through three apartments, three jobs, and two relationships. 

I went to Geneva in search of the perfect city – and I found it.

I wish I could tell you that I returned to New York happy-go-lucky, refreshed and ready to take on the world. 

I decided to spend my last weekend in Siem Reap, home to the ancient Angkor temple complex. 

Before I stepped foot into this country, I was fully aware of Cambodia’s widespread battle with child labor and prostitution. Yet for the first time, I truly felt like I saw it.

I’ve spent a lot of time contemplating the nature of Cambodia’s people, and I’m still somewhat at a loss. 

I continue to be taken aback by how sweet and affectionate the children at CCH are. Every day upon my arrival, I am greeted with tender hugs and smiles.

My first weekend escape was with two fellow volunteers to Sihanoukville, a highly recommended beach town about four hours car ride from Phnom Penh.

I’ll be honest – I did not know what I was doing on my first day of class. I was wholly unprepared for the realities of teaching, and slightly worried about whether I was qualified enough to provide value to the children. 

After learning about Cambodia’s terrible history and the suffering of its people, I arrived at the Center of Children’s Happiness with a solemn heart.

We grow up hearing about all the terrible things that happen in the world. I’m sure many of us have at least witnessed one in some shape or form.

Twenty-four hours of crossing the world gave me plenty of time to conjure up an elaborate fantasy of my arrival to Phnom Penh.

For the next couple of weeks, I will be volunteering at an orphanage in the projects of Phnom Penh, Cambodia’s capital.

I must admit, as much as I wanted to get to know her, London did not fully reveal herself to me this time.

I am almost hesitant to write this, because that is how badly I don’t want more people to find out about the Islas Del Rosario.

My pull towards Napa was initially hesitant due to its over-hyped name.

Well, Milan, you did it. You’ve managed to capture what only two cities before you have done – my commitment.

I knew nothing about Montreal other than the usual regurgitated generalizations: the city is quite European in style, the people are young and beautiful, it gets unreasonably cold, and – …