Finding my Narrative

“how could I proudly declare I now made time only for binge-watching television shows, cheese, and adult coloring books? I didn’t want to represent myself as the bore I had so quickly become after replacing 2 a.m. shots of lukewarm vodka for 9 a.m. practice LSAT exams.”

The Best Buffet in the World

I literally had to say to myself “OK Chelsea you just had way too many cookies, wait until you run two more laps to have more.” What kind of heaven is this?

The State That I’m In

I started telling her my backstory. How I stumbled into this industry from a double liberal arts degree. How I moved to California on a whim, because of some obtuse connection between a tech company and a hidden strand of thematic pulp from my Honors Thesis. How I still loved California, had a lease on an apartment, and really missed being in a place where the concept of a burrito had been fully fleshed out, deconstructed, and rebuilt anew. I told her about how I was only supposed to be in Dublin for 1 year, and then – “You met a girl,” she interjected.

Living With Panic

Suddenly everything turns black. I start feeling drops of sweat running down my face. My hands get sticky, I can hardly breath. From somewhere far away I hear a voice saying “Are you alright? You look pale”.

Understanding What Happened Here

Since living here, I have learned that is extremely hard to wrap my head around what exactly happened here, and I am not sure if I ever will.

Same, Same But Different

A typical dinner for my German family obviously consists of Schnitzel, potatoes and beer. To spice things up, one day I decided to invite my American boyfriend over when he only knew about 10 German words. The conversation went something like this:

Don’t Judge a Book by its Cover

For the first time, I’m opening up about my experience as a transracial adoptee. Follow me as I take you through my personal experiences living in Canada, China and Germany!

The Mystery Matinee

When you arrive at the theatre, the doors are yet to be unlocked. There’s a huddled mass collected around the fringe of the threshold, eagerly awaiting the arrival of a hungover college student, who will unlock the door with a hardy yawn. The crowd shuffles in, all ages, clutching their phones, email apps open to the confirmation page with the code that holds the key to a ticket. Some are chatting with others, some are lingering outside taking the last drags of cigarettes or the final sips of contraband coffee in the shadows of the theatre. In a matter of 5 minutes that drag on like eons, the college student unlocks the cage that guards the reception desk, opens the till, and gestures, with his eyes half closed, for the hungry film fans to form a queue. After a lifetime of anticipation, you’re finally in your seat, and this is when the buzz really starts. The screen remains blank, the seats begin to fill,  the phones are set to silent. Then…the lights go dim, and anything can happen.

Why I Hate my Best Friend?

“Chris is a die-hard, avid, shameless, loud Trump supporter while I am a basically the extreme polar opposite that leans extremely liberal in every sense of government”

Spice Island

Wheels off the ground, landing gear up, I’m excited, I’m sad, I’m curious and I know that this journey I am about to take will change my life forever. I sit on the plane looking out over the vast maze of lights which I call home as I depart from JFK into the darkness of…