I grew up in the Bronx and spent much of my childhood in these, so it was pleasantly nostalgic while “urban exploring” this abandoned building in the NYC.
I was present during the September 11th attack in New York City 6574 days ago. It still feels like a nightmare that I will never forget.
I’m a patriot and I love my country but I’m rarely ever in it. After years of living globally, these are the small things I miss about the United States.
Racists are not born, they’re taught and cultivated over time and then they spread this disease like an infectious cancer. But there’s a cure…
This is a journal series of posts on specific days of my life as a nomad. Written in or near real time as the day occurred in New York, United States.
As a constantly revolving foreigner, the art of haggling is a most useful skill to master for necessity and practicality. A skill also valuable back at home.
‘Before I Die…‘ is a series of posts about all the (feasible) things I personally want to experience and the places I want to see… before I die. – view the list