Tag: experience

I am grateful for IT because IT led me here, right now, to you

Keywords: first post , life , new blog , storytelling , writing

So, here I am. Trying again. Focusing a lot less on being perfect and a lot more on creating purpose. Yes, the fact that I’m typing this conversation-style post full of grammatical errors is causing the pastime English major in me to cringe, but it’s fine (for now). Someone once told me that a “finished something” is sometimes better than a “perfect nothing”.

https://kaitlynalexisorth.com/2022/01/12/a-finished-something

See also: “There (but for the Grace of God) Go I” [ https://socio.business.blog/2022/12/31/there-but-for-the-grace-of-god-go-i ]

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I wished I could connect to a community of other people who’d gone through the system and the kinds of trauma that send you there in the first place

Keywords: blog

The sense of comfort and connection I felt when I heard this foster care alumna tell me that things would be ok, that I’d get to a place where I felt whole and excited about life, that she’d made it and I would, too–it was unspeakable. It was such a relief and such a lucky coincidence. The feeling of someone else getting it when I stumbled upon the aforementioned former foster youth’s blog was a gift.

https://homeandon.wordpress.com/2021/03/22/about

I would love to share my experiences as someone who is a global nomad and connect to those who share similar experiences

Keywords: global nomad , thirdculturekid , travel , zerotohero

I want to talk about what it is like to live in the USA as a Malaysian. How it is like to be close friends from people from China, Mexico, Cameroon, Thailand and many other countries. I hope to connect with many of you who resonate with my blog and I would love to hear your experiences living in many different countries and connecting with different cultures!

https://ezriehishamuddin.wordpress.com/2021/02/10/example-post-3

Both letters and contents, addressed to me!

Keywords: life , observations , self-other , emails , family , letters , mails , memories , nostalgia , posts

When we were taught about letters, letter writing and post offices in school,  we had to write a letter to ourselves and post them. After we had tracked back our letters, we had to write an essay recording the process. I couldn’t wait to get my letter back! I ran back and waited till 4.20 pm when the post man would come by to collect the letters from the post box near home.  I even remember asking him, when I’d get my letter! Finally, when I got back my letter and saw the stamping on it- I was thrilled. It had actually been to some place else and had came back to me!

https://matangimawley.com/2020/09/18/do-you-have-a-letter-for-me