May 2009
3 posts
Reasons to love Bogota
Or, reasons I have come to miss Bogota.
First, the weather. It is oddly and comfortingly consistent. Despite being on the equator, it is “2 miles above sea level” and proximity to the mountains means it is about 68 degrees (F) everyday. Yes, it rains. I live in Seattle, and in Bogota rain is about as “activity-defeating” as Seattle, which means not at all. It is SF...
The adjustment to Bogota
I was born in Washington to two very young parents, who eventually split up. She was (is) a singer, he (was - deceased) a piano player, but youth and nearly everything else was against them. Still have no idea how or why they got together, but still think it must have been a form of magic. I don’t get magic, and I don’t get that union, and yet I am here.
Saudi was, in many ways, a...
The inaugural post about me and Bogota.
Although I will probably post my favorite entries on my primary tumblr (karion), I am creating this one for more journaly purposes.
I went to high school in Bogota, from 1986-1988. It was here that I fought my great battle to graduate a year early, and it was here I lost that battle, even if I eventually won the war.
Backstory: At the tail end of my 9th grade year, my family moved from Saudi...