the earth is hard, the heavens far

Sometimes when I can’t fall alseep, I rattle off the subway stops starting from uptown Manhattan and try to make it all the way to Queens.

Thanks to Rodney Yee, I can officially do full camel’s pose and feel my ribs again.

This time two years ago, my mother was getting ready to fly to Florence so she could spend Thanksgiving with me and a few nice Italians.

Now, I am getting ready to take an 8 hour ride in a Russian van to the Mongolian capital to celebrate with some Americans over turkeys flown in from Japan.

How times have changed.

Gala, Gantuya’s middle son, who now goes to primary school in Darkhan, came to visit and he drew this picture while hanging out in my ger. When Gana asked him what it was he said “the ocean.” He has never seen the ocean.

What the mornings look like

I have this picture of Jackie and John jr. at a memorial for JFK hanging up above my desk. Notice the Peace Corps pin with the two flags. After all, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for JFK.

Yes people, to the right in the navy blue goodness. NOUR ASLAM, BONHAM’S REP, ART DUBAI.

Don’t ever tell me dreams don’t come true.

So, the cats are possessed. Behemoth sits outside the door at night and cries until I go over and open the door to let him out to play in the ping and when I do, he just looks at me blanky and tried to climb up the door frame. Barnaby (pictured) likes to climb up the skirting for my ger way and nestle himself in the pockets up top so he can stick his arms out like a puppet and swipe at the pictures I have hanging by clothespins. Maybe Mongolia makes everyone, not just Americans, loopy?

Gauig has a tendency to cop a feel everytime he comes to visit. Also, he tends to eat all of my cookies in the process.

The absolute motherfucking love of my life.

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Badassery (Series 4)

HOMESICKNESS. EUROPESICKNESS. HOMESICKNESSSSSSSSS