The Making Of A Blog

Every night after a day full of teaching high schoolers English and early AM wakeups from the azan and roti roti vendor—along with horns, backfiring motorbikes, and the never ending village yet city-like sounds in my Indonesian home—I would land on my couch with a good book. Books from care packages, overpriced expat stores, and the few that made the cut on the weight-restricting journey from America. Cicaks fell from the ceiling onto my pages as I melted in the oppressively humid air while daily thunder earthquaked my stucco walls.  I would read throughout the night, usually by headlamp, as my power and water just happened to peter out between 9 and 10 pm. I would only stop in between paragraphs to murder the intruding palmetto bug or hop on my bed and scream until a scorpion retreated underneath the cracks in my house’s foundation. It was those nights of Indo-pirated…

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