Leftovers #124

I’m not sure if this is just something I do in any place I visit, or the places I visit just exclusively feel like home, but I slide into rituals here so easily. Lunchtime work outs, driving around the city, evening grocery store runs, the same juice at the local market; arriving at Ky’s and opening the door without knocking, her doing the same, pushing the stroller by the water, existing together like it hasn’t been five years since we lived in the same city. Haven’t roasted a chicken yet, but Thanksgiving is coming up and I’m thinking about orange and maple glazed carrots and chicken-dripping potatoes and cumin-spiced delica pumpkin and lemony broccolini and miso gravy.

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Writing

About my time living in Sri Lanka for travel platform Gloobles.

You always remember your first. It’s been eight years, and that trip marked the beginning of a greater adventure. Did I know that I’d end up living here less than a year later? Did I realise that the crumbly surf at Dewata would pave the way for endless sessions at Sticks and Lazy Lefts? Could I have predicted that the friends I spent my first trip with would be the people I’d end up living with in an old hotel with two dogs called Mama and Captain Frank? 

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