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Political graffiti in North Park, San Diego

#Graffiti #SanDiego #SanDiegoGraffiti

Political graffiti in North Park, San Diego

#Graffiti #SanDiego #SanDiegoGraffiti

A year ago yesterday, June 5, my kids and I finished packing our suitcases and moved out of our flat. I wrote about that in my blog, and I hope you'll consider reading it.

Weeks leading up to this photo, the streets could be seen adorned with purple flowers, the same blue Jacaranda trees decorating them here in San Diego as there. This provided us a sense of familiarity in a neighborhood that would capture our hearts.

I cried a lot that day. And again for weeks after. And then still for months. There are times I still do because I cannot ever fully capture the extent that the city of Málaga embraced me and how I fell in love with it.

I'd go back in a heartbeat if I could or could figure out a way to do so.

It's hard to wrap my head around the fact that it's been a full year since leaving, though it won't be until June 14 that would would land back in the United States,

If you'd like to read my piece, you can find it here: https://www.perpetual-wanderlust.com/post/a-year-ago-today

Or find the link in the comments or bio.

#Spain #LivingAbroad #Moving #Experiences #Málaga

A year ago yesterday, June 5, my kids and I finished packing our suitcases and moved out of our flat. I wrote about that in my blog, and I hope you'll consider reading it.

Weeks leading up to this photo, the streets could be seen adorned with purple flowers, the same blue Jacaranda trees decorating them here in San Diego as there. This provided us a sense of familiarity in a neighborhood that would capture our hearts.

I cried a lot that day. And again for weeks after. And then still for months. There are times I still do because I cannot ever fully capture the extent that the city of Málaga embraced me and how I fell in love with it.

I'd go back in a heartbeat if I could or could figure out a way to do so.

It's hard to wrap my head around the fact that it's been a full year since leaving, though it won't be until June 14 that would would land back in the United States,

If you'd like to read my piece, you can find it here: https://www.perpetual-wanderlust.com/post/a-year-ago-today

Or find the link in the comments or bio.

#Spain #LivingAbroad #Moving #Experiences #Málaga

A few of you have been following one of our research projects, but for those who haven't, let me share a little about it.

For the past couple of years, a small research team I put together of absolute rockstars has been digging into the history of the Frontier Housing Project here in San Diego. We're working on submitting the archival piece for peer review, but our next step is capturing the stories of people who actually lived there, or who have photos, newspaper clippings, personal documents, anything connected to it.

Very brief background: Frontier was situated where the Pechanga Arena is right now, which feels like a full-circle moment given all the ongoing conversations about the "Midway for All." It was built for defense workers, laborers, and their families during WWII, never meant to last more than two years, and stuck around for twenty. When the city took it over from the federal government, they changed the street names, lost or destroyed most of the files, and essentially erased it.

The lived experiences are what's missing, and that's what we want to document now.

If you know anyone who lived there, please send them my way. Best contact is cholkenbrinkmonk@sdsu.edu.

Thanks so much.

#SanDiego #SanDiegoHistory #OralHistory #CommunityResearch #MidwayDistrict

A few of you have been following one of our research projects, but for those who haven't, let me share a little about it.

For the past couple of years, a small research team I put together of absolute rockstars has been digging into the history of the Frontier Housing Project here in San Diego. We're working on submitting the archival piece for peer review, but our next step is capturing the stories of people who actually lived there, or who have photos, newspaper clippings, personal documents, anything connected to it.

Very brief background: Frontier was situated where the Pechanga Arena is right now, which feels like a full-circle moment given all the ongoing conversations about the "Midway for All." It was built for defense workers, laborers, and their families during WWII, never meant to last more than two years, and stuck around for twenty. When the city took it over from the federal government, they changed the street names, lost or destroyed most of the files, and essentially erased it.

The lived experiences are what's missing, and that's what we want to document now.

If you know anyone who lived there, please send them my way. Best contact is cholkenbrinkmonk@sdsu.edu.

Thanks so much.

#SanDiego #SanDiegoHistory #OralHistory #CommunityResearch #MidwayDistrict

Cat picture of the day: Darwin.

#Cats #CatsAgram #CatsOfInstagram #CatOfTheDay

Cat picture of the day: Darwin.

#Cats #CatsAgram #CatsOfInstagram #CatOfTheDay

With endless rejection letters, it's hard to keep my head up. I remember feeling similarly a year ago, sitting in my flat as the sun slowly woke up, creeping into my window as I wondered why I can't land anything.

And then I remember feeling this immense realization that I really need to pursue my writing, something I keep circling back to over and over again. I was dedicating myself to daily writing beyond academic endeavors, though that too, resulting in a couple book chapters that really made me proud and allowed me to explore my work lyrically and poetically, ways traditional journals don't quite do.

And then I came back to the U.S. and the depression settled in. Quite frankly, I've been pretty frozen since. Nevermind, of course, the rejections that make me feel like I'm not cut out to be an academic.

I've been really diving into my writing lately, which was supported by something incredible Owen said, suggesting all the time I spend on cover letters maybe should be spent on writing the stuff that makes me happy.

And I've been trying to do that. So, I'm sharing a bit of that reflection here:
https://www.perpetual-wanderlust.com/post/on-being-and-becoming-a-writer

Link is also in my bio and story.

#Writing #Writer #Academia

With endless rejection letters, it's hard to keep my head up. I remember feeling similarly a year ago, sitting in my flat as the sun slowly woke up, creeping into my window as I wondered why I can't land anything.

And then I remember feeling this immense realization that I really need to pursue my writing, something I keep circling back to over and over again. I was dedicating myself to daily writing beyond academic endeavors, though that too, resulting in a couple book chapters that really made me proud and allowed me to explore my work lyrically and poetically, ways traditional journals don't quite do.

And then I came back to the U.S. and the depression settled in. Quite frankly, I've been pretty frozen since. Nevermind, of course, the rejections that make me feel like I'm not cut out to be an academic.

I've been really diving into my writing lately, which was supported by something incredible Owen said, suggesting all the time I spend on cover letters maybe should be spent on writing the stuff that makes me happy.

And I've been trying to do that. So, I'm sharing a bit of that reflection here:
https://www.perpetual-wanderlust.com/post/on-being-and-becoming-a-writer

Link is also in my bio and story.

#Writing #Writer #Academia

On Friday I did a photoshoot for a dear friend who just recently graduated. She's a first generation student like myself and has gone through hell and back to finish her degree.

This was my graduation gift to her, and I'm so fortunate she allowed me to do this. I'm by no means a professional photographer, but for me, photos can tell stories. Sometimes, they're simply a single moment captured, like an evening out with your loved ones, a wedding or graduation like this, or maybe it's candid, like a laugh, a joke during homeroom or science class in high school.

Sure, we can manipulate photos and social media is curated, and I'm not denying that. But, they can also be incredible, documenting histories that are silenced or left out, ways to learn or share ideas or resistance, to honor the paths our ancestors built, and sometimes, just the personal, a way to celebrate the work we've done.

I typically stick to street art or landscapes, but when Rhiana asked what I thought about graduation photos, I knew I needed to. I remember feeling those moments of emotions, joy, and grief, and I feel fortunate I have been able to capture many of those for her here.

Also, fun fact - my 12 year old daughter captured the last photo, and the set up was her idea ❤️

*Shared with Rhiana's (@soulglo619) permission and encouragement

#Graduation #FirstGeneration #CollegeGrad #GradPhotos

On Friday I did a photoshoot for a dear friend who just recently graduated. She's a first generation student like myself and has gone through hell and back to finish her degree.

This was my graduation gift to her, and I'm so fortunate she allowed me to do this. I'm by no means a professional photographer, but for me, photos can tell stories. Sometimes, they're simply a single moment captured, like an evening out with your loved ones, a wedding or graduation like this, or maybe it's candid, like a laugh, a joke during homeroom or science class in high school.

Sure, we can manipulate photos and social media is curated, and I'm not denying that. But, they can also be incredible, documenting histories that are silenced or left out, ways to learn or share ideas or resistance, to honor the paths our ancestors built, and sometimes, just the personal, a way to celebrate the work we've done.

I typically stick to street art or landscapes, but when Rhiana asked what I thought about graduation photos, I knew I needed to. I remember feeling those moments of emotions, joy, and grief, and I feel fortunate I have been able to capture many of those for her here.

Also, fun fact - my 12 year old daughter captured the last photo, and the set up was her idea ❤️

*Shared with Rhiana's (@soulglo619) permission and encouragement

#Graduation #FirstGeneration #CollegeGrad #GradPhotos

Graffiti in Central San Diego

#StopWar #SanDiego #Graffiti #SanDiegoGraffiti

Graffiti in Central San Diego

#StopWar #SanDiego #Graffiti #SanDiegoGraffiti

Our kittens are growing up 🥹❤️ Sisters, Darwin (left) and Gumball (right) love laying in the spot that my sweet Amora, who passed in January at 18 years old. It's bittersweet, but so fortunate we have these sweet babies. Black cats have a way of finding me, but I wouldn't have it any other way 🥰

#Cats #CatsOfInstagram #BlackCats #Kittens

Our kittens are growing up 🥹❤️ Sisters, Darwin (left) and Gumball (right) love laying in the spot that my sweet Amora, who passed in January at 18 years old. It's bittersweet, but so fortunate we have these sweet babies. Black cats have a way of finding me, but I wouldn't have it any other way 🥰

#Cats #CatsOfInstagram #BlackCats #Kittens

Hi friends,

I am in need of more survey responses. After my time in Spain, I fell in love with the idea of researching street art. I actually have a paper I have submitted and another I'm developing. For this, I am collecting survey data on San Diego street art, graffiti, and wheatpaste, which are posters that are placed in different places.

My intention is to understand the messages, politics, and stories represented and told through these various forms of art, and also about perceptions and opinions on street art. Culturally these are so vastly different across communities, cities, and countries, and so I'm hoping to identify these differences, too.

I've been collecting data since September and am in need of more responses. So, if you live in San Diego, I'd love for you to consider taking this survey: tinyurl.com/StreetArtOpinion

Link is also in my bio.

#StreetArt #SanDiego #SanDiegoStreetArt #SanDiegoGraffiti #SanDiegoArtScene

Hi friends,

I am in need of more survey responses. After my time in Spain, I fell in love with the idea of researching street art. I actually have a paper I have submitted and another I'm developing. For this, I am collecting survey data on San Diego street art, graffiti, and wheatpaste, which are posters that are placed in different places.

My intention is to understand the messages, politics, and stories represented and told through these various forms of art, and also about perceptions and opinions on street art. Culturally these are so vastly different across communities, cities, and countries, and so I'm hoping to identify these differences, too.

I've been collecting data since September and am in need of more responses. So, if you live in San Diego, I'd love for you to consider taking this survey: tinyurl.com/StreetArtOpinion

Link is also in my bio.

#StreetArt #SanDiego #SanDiegoStreetArt #SanDiegoGraffiti #SanDiegoArtScene

*Not my event, but a cool community event nonetheless!

Sharing this because one of the greatest humans I know is organizing this! What an incredible space to build community and speak out again ICE, to support a local business (619 Spirits), and to craft.

*Not my event, but a cool community event nonetheless!

Sharing this because one of the greatest humans I know is organizing this! What an incredible space to build community and speak out again ICE, to support a local business (619 Spirits), and to craft.

I turned 38 today.

My daughter made me wear Happy Birthday glasses lol.

Started the day at the DMV because I forgot that my license expired 😭🤦🏻‍♀️

And then got my hair cut.

It certainly wasn't as glorious as spending a birthday in Spain like last year, but it was a nice reminder that laughter and time with loved ones matter more than where you're at.

#Birthday #38

I turned 38 today.

My daughter made me wear Happy Birthday glasses lol.

Started the day at the DMV because I forgot that my license expired 😭🤦🏻‍♀️

And then got my hair cut.

It certainly wasn't as glorious as spending a birthday in Spain like last year, but it was a nice reminder that laughter and time with loved ones matter more than where you're at.

#Birthday #38

On Wednesday, January 21, my cat of almost 19 years died. She was 18 years and 8 months old, my heart cat, and I had her since she was 5 weeks old when her mom cat died.
I had every plan to write a eulogy of sorts, honoring her life, discussing the role of pets in companionship, and my life with Amora.

I do plan on revisiting this another day, but then Alex Pretti was murdered, with videos showing he did nothing to justify his death, despite what some claim. Not the first to be murdered by a federal agent, a government-sanctioned execution in the public eye, but with video evidence showing us, proving to us, that he was not aiming to cause harm, and yet, we are consistently being told by certain media otherwise, telling us to trust them and not ourselves.

Things feel incredibly hopeless right now at times for many, but we have to keep going. I share my thoughts, a bit of sociology, and the ways existence is political, something some claim to forget, but none of us can afford to. After all, existence is political.

Link is in my bio.

#Resistance #Writing #Politics

On Wednesday, January 21, my cat of almost 19 years died. She was 18 years and 8 months old, my heart cat, and I had her since she was 5 weeks old when her mom cat died.
I had every plan to write a eulogy of sorts, honoring her life, discussing the role of pets in companionship, and my life with Amora.

I do plan on revisiting this another day, but then Alex Pretti was murdered, with videos showing he did nothing to justify his death, despite what some claim. Not the first to be murdered by a federal agent, a government-sanctioned execution in the public eye, but with video evidence showing us, proving to us, that he was not aiming to cause harm, and yet, we are consistently being told by certain media otherwise, telling us to trust them and not ourselves.

Things feel incredibly hopeless right now at times for many, but we have to keep going. I share my thoughts, a bit of sociology, and the ways existence is political, something some claim to forget, but none of us can afford to. After all, existence is political.

Link is in my bio.

#Resistance #Writing #Politics

I had a uterine fibroid embolization 4 days ago, January 14, 2026.

A year before that, on January 14, 2025 I landed in Málaga, Spain, with my kiddos.

Spain is absolutely a large part of my heart, and it's hard to move past that these days, especially as the memories have now trickled in, day-by-day, reminding me where I was a year ago "on this day," thanks to Facebook.

As I lay in bed, recovering in agonizing pain, I have been reflecting on the mindset of No Pasa Nada.

I wrote about that in my Sunday essay and I'd love for you to read it. Link is in my bio or:
https://open.substack.com/pub/ceholkenbrinkmonk/p/no-pasa-nada?r=98ol2&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

#NoPasaNada #Spain #Travel #Pain #Culture

I had a uterine fibroid embolization 4 days ago, January 14, 2026.

A year before that, on January 14, 2025 I landed in Málaga, Spain, with my kiddos.

Spain is absolutely a large part of my heart, and it's hard to move past that these days, especially as the memories have now trickled in, day-by-day, reminding me where I was a year ago "on this day," thanks to Facebook.

As I lay in bed, recovering in agonizing pain, I have been reflecting on the mindset of No Pasa Nada.

I wrote about that in my Sunday essay and I'd love for you to read it. Link is in my bio or:
https://open.substack.com/pub/ceholkenbrinkmonk/p/no-pasa-nada?r=98ol2&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

#NoPasaNada #Spain #Travel #Pain #Culture

I've been dealing with a lot of chronic pain lately. My shoulders hurt, my foot feels like it's in a vice, my hip makes me toss and turn at night—my entire body has just been hurting and pretty consistently.

I'm not a stranger to chronic pain, though. I've dealt with migraines since I was four. My knees have been locking up on me since I was about seven. I would go to work at age 21 with excruciating stiffness in my rhomboid muscles.

I woke up today in pain... at 1pm. Because I didn't go to sleep until about 7 am, and didn't settle into bed again until about 8 am.

I've dealt with chronic pain for three decades of my 37 years of life. And it's pretty exhausting.

So today, I woke up and then wrote about it, sharing some of that experience, and to help remind folks that life isn't all about productivity... that it's enough to just exist.

Link in bio or: https://open.substack.com/pub/ceholkenbrinkmonk/p/my-body-hurts?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&shareImageVariant=overlay&r=98ol2

#ChronicPain #Burnout #Pain #Disability #Productivity

I've been dealing with a lot of chronic pain lately. My shoulders hurt, my foot feels like it's in a vice, my hip makes me toss and turn at night—my entire body has just been hurting and pretty consistently.

I'm not a stranger to chronic pain, though. I've dealt with migraines since I was four. My knees have been locking up on me since I was about seven. I would go to work at age 21 with excruciating stiffness in my rhomboid muscles.

I woke up today in pain... at 1pm. Because I didn't go to sleep until about 7 am, and didn't settle into bed again until about 8 am.

I've dealt with chronic pain for three decades of my 37 years of life. And it's pretty exhausting.

So today, I woke up and then wrote about it, sharing some of that experience, and to help remind folks that life isn't all about productivity... that it's enough to just exist.

Link in bio or: https://open.substack.com/pub/ceholkenbrinkmonk/p/my-body-hurts?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&shareImageVariant=overlay&r=98ol2

#ChronicPain #Burnout #Pain #Disability #Productivity

As 2025 comes to an end, we're going to be inundated by accolades and accomplishments, highlight reels, laughter, joy. And sharing that isn't terrible. We deserve to be proud of ourselves for achieving goals and finding joy. But, we also need to remember that social media is curated, and it's okay to relish in the little moments.

As many of you know, I was in Spain for the first half of 2025 thanks to my Fulbright. It was an incredible honor to experience it, and I am proud of that opportunity and the work I put in. Yet, the biggest takeaways, proudest moments, were the daily interactions.

I share a little about that for my end of the year reflection, and I'd be so touched if you would consider reading it. The link is in my bio or the comments.

#2025 #YearInReview #Spain #Highlights #Substack

As 2025 comes to an end, we're going to be inundated by accolades and accomplishments, highlight reels, laughter, joy. And sharing that isn't terrible. We deserve to be proud of ourselves for achieving goals and finding joy. But, we also need to remember that social media is curated, and it's okay to relish in the little moments.

As many of you know, I was in Spain for the first half of 2025 thanks to my Fulbright. It was an incredible honor to experience it, and I am proud of that opportunity and the work I put in. Yet, the biggest takeaways, proudest moments, were the daily interactions.

I share a little about that for my end of the year reflection, and I'd be so touched if you would consider reading it. The link is in my bio or the comments.

#2025 #YearInReview #Spain #Highlights #Substack

As of today, I've been writing for 9 days in a row. No amount of words have felt too few or too many, be it 50 or 1,000. I've managed to work on two short stories that are almost done and I'm submitting to literary magazines. Now that grading is done, I hope to focus more on writing, hitting higher numbers, but either way, my focus is to just get words on a page every single day.

After watching an episode of Doctor Who, I revisited the idea of Bad Wolf, which was spray painted by our flat in Spain, which felt like a bit of a sign (though still not sure how I feel about them.)

On that, I've written a new essay on my Substack. I'm trying to really lean into my writing, sharing words and thoughts. It's a way for me to be vulnerable.

I'd love for you to subscribe, but at minimum, head over and check out my essay. You can find the link in my linktr.ee/cehm

#Substack #Writing #WritingCommunity #Writers

As of today, I've been writing for 9 days in a row. No amount of words have felt too few or too many, be it 50 or 1,000. I've managed to work on two short stories that are almost done and I'm submitting to literary magazines. Now that grading is done, I hope to focus more on writing, hitting higher numbers, but either way, my focus is to just get words on a page every single day.

After watching an episode of Doctor Who, I revisited the idea of Bad Wolf, which was spray painted by our flat in Spain, which felt like a bit of a sign (though still not sure how I feel about them.)

On that, I've written a new essay on my Substack. I'm trying to really lean into my writing, sharing words and thoughts. It's a way for me to be vulnerable.

I'd love for you to subscribe, but at minimum, head over and check out my essay. You can find the link in my linktr.ee/cehm

#Substack #Writing #WritingCommunity #Writers

I've been actively writing fiction every single day. I've pushed myself to write something, whether it is 400 words or 50 words. I know it doesn't seem like a lot, but I haven't been able to find time or motivation for some time. I also have been writing toward my Substack, really leaning into my writing, while also still trying to knock out some academic

I hit 7 days in a row as of December 26, 1,053 words toward one short story I'm planning to submit to a literary magazine soon, having written a little over 2,000 words toward another short story I'm opting to submit at a later point.

I feel so fulfilled with this, and trying to write something daily has now become a welcomed challenge. Here's to another 7 hopeful days ❤️

#Writing #WritingCommunity #WritingChallenge #WriterLife #DailyWriting

I've been actively writing fiction every single day. I've pushed myself to write something, whether it is 400 words or 50 words. I know it doesn't seem like a lot, but I haven't been able to find time or motivation for some time. I also have been writing toward my Substack, really leaning into my writing, while also still trying to knock out some academic

I hit 7 days in a row as of December 26, 1,053 words toward one short story I'm planning to submit to a literary magazine soon, having written a little over 2,000 words toward another short story I'm opting to submit at a later point.

I feel so fulfilled with this, and trying to write something daily has now become a welcomed challenge. Here's to another 7 hopeful days ❤️

#Writing #WritingCommunity #WritingChallenge #WriterLife #DailyWriting

Had the pleasure of meeting with two fellow Fulbrighters in San Diego who are visiting the U.S. Umaima is from Oman doing research at UCSD and @florinnechita is from Romania, doing research at Penn State. Meanwhile, I did mine in Spain.

Always a good reminder of the beauty and power of the Fulbright in how it brings so many fields, scholars, and countries together.

#Fulbright #FulbrightScholar #PhDLife #Research #ResearchScholars

Had the pleasure of meeting with two fellow Fulbrighters in San Diego who are visiting the U.S. Umaima is from Oman doing research at UCSD and @florinnechita is from Romania, doing research at Penn State. Meanwhile, I did mine in Spain.

Always a good reminder of the beauty and power of the Fulbright in how it brings so many fields, scholars, and countries together.

#Fulbright #FulbrightScholar #PhDLife #Research #ResearchScholars

I've struggled with vulnerability for a long time, and we often detach ourselves from our own emotions to survive. But, it's something I'm working on, especially as I'm trying to embrace my identity as a writer, scholar, and honestly, just as a person.

There were a few turning points for me; one was realizing how much I hold in and convinced people I hold it all together and ended up with the silly little doodle as a robot with a heart. Another was when a friend asked me, in a curious way,what it would take for me to cry, and then of course, Spain.

Words are one way I am trying to embrace my vulnerability, and sharing my real hopes and dreams of becoming a published author of fiction, something I'm actively working on as I write short stories and a novel a little at a time.

So, I invite you to read this piece: https://open.substack.com/pub/ceholkenbrinkmonk/p/to-make-me-cry (link to my Substack is also in my bio)

#Writing #Vulnerability #MentalHealth #Connection #Healing

I've struggled with vulnerability for a long time, and we often detach ourselves from our own emotions to survive. But, it's something I'm working on, especially as I'm trying to embrace my identity as a writer, scholar, and honestly, just as a person.

There were a few turning points for me; one was realizing how much I hold in and convinced people I hold it all together and ended up with the silly little doodle as a robot with a heart. Another was when a friend asked me, in a curious way,what it would take for me to cry, and then of course, Spain.

Words are one way I am trying to embrace my vulnerability, and sharing my real hopes and dreams of becoming a published author of fiction, something I'm actively working on as I write short stories and a novel a little at a time.

So, I invite you to read this piece: https://open.substack.com/pub/ceholkenbrinkmonk/p/to-make-me-cry (link to my Substack is also in my bio)

#Writing #Vulnerability #MentalHealth #Connection #Healing

A bit of Phoenix street art during my brief trip there

#StreetArt #Phoenix #PhoenixStreetArt

A bit of Phoenix street art during my brief trip there

#StreetArt #Phoenix #PhoenixStreetArt

Various street art messages and types (murals, graffiti, stickers, and wheatepaste) throughout San Diego captured over the last month.

#StreetArt #SanDiego #SanDiegoStreetArt

Various street art messages and types (murals, graffiti, stickers, and wheatepaste) throughout San Diego captured over the last month.

#StreetArt #SanDiego #SanDiegoStreetArt

Six months ago today, the kids and I moved out from our flat in Málaga, the place we'd called home for several months. Our landlord was incredible, and we exchanged kind words, where he told me I will always have a home there if we come back.

And if I'm honest, I've been struggling a lot.

I haven't picked up my actual camera since July. It sits by my bed, only touched so I can ensure dust doesn't collect.

I love my students and enjoy teaching, but I struggle to focus, to feel connected, I miss the community I thought I had before I left for Spain, and I'm missing the community I made while in Spain.

Transitioning back to San Diego life was harder than I expected. There are so many things people share before you leave for an adventure like this, but so many they don't, or can't, because it's part of the discovery.

Anyway, I wrote a letter to myself as the woman I was last year because a year ago I was gearing up for our departure. I'd really love for you to read it.

To read more, check out the link in my bio or the comments.

#NewBlogPost #SpainMemories #Writing

Six months ago today, the kids and I moved out from our flat in Málaga, the place we'd called home for several months. Our landlord was incredible, and we exchanged kind words, where he told me I will always have a home there if we come back.

And if I'm honest, I've been struggling a lot.

I haven't picked up my actual camera since July. It sits by my bed, only touched so I can ensure dust doesn't collect.

I love my students and enjoy teaching, but I struggle to focus, to feel connected, I miss the community I thought I had before I left for Spain, and I'm missing the community I made while in Spain.

Transitioning back to San Diego life was harder than I expected. There are so many things people share before you leave for an adventure like this, but so many they don't, or can't, because it's part of the discovery.

Anyway, I wrote a letter to myself as the woman I was last year because a year ago I was gearing up for our departure. I'd really love for you to read it.

To read more, check out the link in my bio or the comments.

#NewBlogPost #SpainMemories #Writing

My voids ❤️

My sweet girl in the back is my Amora, and is 18 years old. I've had her since she was about 5 weeks old (her mom cat died and I took her in to bottle feed her.) The two in the front are 5 months old sisters, Darwin and Gumball. My kids named them after The Amazing World of Gumball.

My sweet babies.

#cat #catscatscats #catlovers #catsofinstagram #voids #blackcat

My voids ❤️

My sweet girl in the back is my Amora, and is 18 years old. I've had her since she was about 5 weeks old (her mom cat died and I took her in to bottle feed her.) The two in the front are 5 months old sisters, Darwin and Gumball. My kids named them after The Amazing World of Gumball.

My sweet babies.

#cat #catscatscats #catlovers #catsofinstagram #voids #blackcat

Missing all the street art I saw throughout Spain and Ireland.

I will always say Spain has a life-changing experience for me. Being a Fulbright U.S. Scholar was impactful beyond words. It truly changed me as a person and the trajectory of my research.

#streetart #spain #ireland #streetartphotography

Missing all the street art I saw throughout Spain and Ireland.

I will always say Spain has a life-changing experience for me. Being a Fulbright U.S. Scholar was impactful beyond words. It truly changed me as a person and the trajectory of my research.

#streetart #spain #ireland #streetartphotography

Reposting the flyer from @splice_sdsu to let you know that submissions are OPEN!

If you aren't familiar, Splice is SDSU’s College of Arts and Letters' journal of undergraduate scholarship. It is now accepting work across CAL disciplines, with a priority deadline of November 1st.

Requirements: APA format, cover letter, faculty mentor, and blinded submission (no personal identifiers).

Full guidelines + submission form in bio!

This is your chance to share your research, writing, poetry, creative writing, and other amazing ideas with a wider audience. Don’t miss the chance to submit!

And for my students, fun fact: I recently took on the advisor role for Splice :) I'm so stoked to be a part of this amazing journal with the fantastic students involved.

#SpliceJournal #UndergraduateResearch #StudentScholarship #CALScholars #SDSUResearch #AcademicWriting #SDSU #SDSUStudents

Reposting the flyer from @splice_sdsu to let you know that submissions are OPEN!

If you aren't familiar, Splice is SDSU’s College of Arts and Letters' journal of undergraduate scholarship. It is now accepting work across CAL disciplines, with a priority deadline of November 1st.

Requirements: APA format, cover letter, faculty mentor, and blinded submission (no personal identifiers).

Full guidelines + submission form in bio!

This is your chance to share your research, writing, poetry, creative writing, and other amazing ideas with a wider audience. Don’t miss the chance to submit!

And for my students, fun fact: I recently took on the advisor role for Splice :) I'm so stoked to be a part of this amazing journal with the fantastic students involved.

#SpliceJournal #UndergraduateResearch #StudentScholarship #CALScholars #SDSUResearch #AcademicWriting #SDSU #SDSUStudents

Do murals, graffiti, and wheatpaste posters show up in your neighborhood in San Diego? We want to hear your thoughts.

We're inviting San Diego residents (18+) to take a short survey about public art in our neighborhoods, including murals, graffiti, and wheatpaste posters. We're really interested in how visible these forms are, what they mean in everyday life, and how they connect to identity and representation in our communities.

The survey takes about 15 minutes. Your responses will help highlight community insights across San Diego and show how art shows up in our public spaces.

Participation is voluntary and confidential.

Take the survey here: tinyurl.com/StreetArtOpinion, check the link in our bio, or scan the QR code.

Thanks for sharing your thoughts!

#PublicArt #SanDiegoArt #MuralsOfSanDiego #GraffitiCulture #WheatpasteArt #StreetArtCommunity #CommunityVoices #SanDiegoLife #UrbanArt #ArtAndCommunity #Murals #GraffitiArt #StreetArtResearch #VisualCulture #SanDiegoNeighborhoods

Do murals, graffiti, and wheatpaste posters show up in your neighborhood in San Diego? We want to hear your thoughts.

We're inviting San Diego residents (18+) to take a short survey about public art in our neighborhoods, including murals, graffiti, and wheatpaste posters. We're really interested in how visible these forms are, what they mean in everyday life, and how they connect to identity and representation in our communities.

The survey takes about 15 minutes. Your responses will help highlight community insights across San Diego and show how art shows up in our public spaces.

Participation is voluntary and confidential.

Take the survey here: tinyurl.com/StreetArtOpinion, check the link in our bio, or scan the QR code.

Thanks for sharing your thoughts!

#PublicArt #SanDiegoArt #MuralsOfSanDiego #GraffitiCulture #WheatpasteArt #StreetArtCommunity #CommunityVoices #SanDiegoLife #UrbanArt #ArtAndCommunity #Murals #GraffitiArt #StreetArtResearch #VisualCulture #SanDiegoNeighborhoods

Today, as Donald Trump is about to sign into effect his "One Big Beautiful Bill ACT," 249 years after the Declaration of Independence was signed, I return to Paulo Freire.

Since its signing, and of course before, this country has experienced growth and caused harm. It has long built itself through systems of oppression, through camps, occupation, imprisonment, and colonization while growing economically, building programs, and creating global connections. And we had only begun to start trying to reconcile and admit, but have not disguised as “American exceptionalism.”

So as this OBBBA is signed, and the rich will celebrate their wins, millions will lose their healthcare.

The rich will get richer in an era of mounting economic disparities.

Citizens and non-citizens alike are being kidnapped in broad daylight, now backed by even more funding through this bill.

Protections for transgender loved ones have been stripped from policy prior to this. Environmental protections and their needs have been denied. Science is under attack.

Today is supposed to mark freedom. Of course, not for everyone. It was freedom from monarch rule, a declaration of separation from tyranny. But what good is freedom when it is weaponized to justify injustice? Of course, it really is not freedom at all.

I return to Freire’s words in Pedagogy of the Oppressed. This quote captures what we are witnessing today in our homes, among neighbors, and in our communities. We have a choice to stand in solidarity. Yet, many are afraid of true liberation and instead, rally behind the oppressors.

So while fireworks erupt and flags are waved, I, with many, sit with the reminder that we are watching authoritarian and oligarchic power take place right in front of us and we can't back down. I am reminded of another of Freire's quotes, where he writes, "The greatest humanistic and historical task of the oppressed: to liberate themselves."

This means we keep fighting and maintaining hope, as the oppressors will not liberate us.

#Fo.rthOfJuly #PedagogyOfTheOppressed #PauloFreire #Solidarity #CollectiveLiberation #Justice #Oligarch #HumanRights #Liberation

Today, as Donald Trump is about to sign into effect his "One Big Beautiful Bill ACT," 249 years after the Declaration of Independence was signed, I return to Paulo Freire.

Since its signing, and of course before, this country has experienced growth and caused harm. It has long built itself through systems of oppression, through camps, occupation, imprisonment, and colonization while growing economically, building programs, and creating global connections. And we had only begun to start trying to reconcile and admit, but have not disguised as “American exceptionalism.”

So as this OBBBA is signed, and the rich will celebrate their wins, millions will lose their healthcare.

The rich will get richer in an era of mounting economic disparities.

Citizens and non-citizens alike are being kidnapped in broad daylight, now backed by even more funding through this bill.

Protections for transgender loved ones have been stripped from policy prior to this. Environmental protections and their needs have been denied. Science is under attack.

Today is supposed to mark freedom. Of course, not for everyone. It was freedom from monarch rule, a declaration of separation from tyranny. But what good is freedom when it is weaponized to justify injustice? Of course, it really is not freedom at all.

I return to Freire’s words in Pedagogy of the Oppressed. This quote captures what we are witnessing today in our homes, among neighbors, and in our communities. We have a choice to stand in solidarity. Yet, many are afraid of true liberation and instead, rally behind the oppressors.

So while fireworks erupt and flags are waved, I, with many, sit with the reminder that we are watching authoritarian and oligarchic power take place right in front of us and we can't back down. I am reminded of another of Freire's quotes, where he writes, "The greatest humanistic and historical task of the oppressed: to liberate themselves."

This means we keep fighting and maintaining hope, as the oppressors will not liberate us.

#Fo.rthOfJuly #PedagogyOfTheOppressed #PauloFreire #Solidarity #CollectiveLiberation #Justice #Oligarch #HumanRights #Liberation

To read the entry, check out the link in my bio or go to: https://www.perpetual-wanderlust.com/post/the-spaces-between-belonging

I’ve always felt like I haven’t really belonged. I remember sitting on the bus during field trips, looking at all the friends and groups and wondering why I didn’t have a designated friend group.

I would drive through San Diego or Los Angeles, feeling restless, understanding exactly where to go, how to get from point A to point G, but never feeling really like it was “home,” but knowing that I at least knew the city.

I’ve gotten close to feeling like “home,” or a sense of belonging, but never really quite there.

Until I went to Spain. I can’t quite explain the magic I felt, and sure, there may have been an element of, “It’s new! And amazing! And away!” But I was terrified at first, something I vulnerably share in this blog post.

Anyway, I’d love for you to read a little about my experiences in Spain. This is just one reflection and I’m sure I’ll share more, but now that I have been back in the United States for ten days, I wanted to share some thoughts and experiences I had, and really emphasize why the Fulbright is so important.

It’s much more than an academic award or grant, but it’s an opportunity, a way of connecting individuals across the globe, and an opportunity for many to find feelings of belonging elsewhere.

It is, unfortunately, under attack as we know. Many professionals and academics resigned because they realized the integrity of the program was at risk. No, not because of their own doing, but because of the administration. Because of those who have little to no knowledge of how cultural divides can be bridged, and instead have exerted power and control over beautiful and amazing opportunities such as these.

So please, I urge you to read this, and know that my story is not the only one, there are countless other stories, similar and different, that highlight the importance of programs such as these and the beauty of working abroad.

#fulbright #standwithfulbright #spain #livinginspain #spanishlife #phd #phdlife #academia #academics #research #researchlife #fulbrightscholar #livingabroad #researchabroad

To read the entry, check out the link in my bio or go to: https://www.perpetual-wanderlust.com/post/the-spaces-between-belonging

I’ve always felt like I haven’t really belonged. I remember sitting on the bus during field trips, looking at all the friends and groups and wondering why I didn’t have a designated friend group.

I would drive through San Diego or Los Angeles, feeling restless, understanding exactly where to go, how to get from point A to point G, but never feeling really like it was “home,” but knowing that I at least knew the city.

I’ve gotten close to feeling like “home,” or a sense of belonging, but never really quite there.

Until I went to Spain. I can’t quite explain the magic I felt, and sure, there may have been an element of, “It’s new! And amazing! And away!” But I was terrified at first, something I vulnerably share in this blog post.

Anyway, I’d love for you to read a little about my experiences in Spain. This is just one reflection and I’m sure I’ll share more, but now that I have been back in the United States for ten days, I wanted to share some thoughts and experiences I had, and really emphasize why the Fulbright is so important.

It’s much more than an academic award or grant, but it’s an opportunity, a way of connecting individuals across the globe, and an opportunity for many to find feelings of belonging elsewhere.

It is, unfortunately, under attack as we know. Many professionals and academics resigned because they realized the integrity of the program was at risk. No, not because of their own doing, but because of the administration. Because of those who have little to no knowledge of how cultural divides can be bridged, and instead have exerted power and control over beautiful and amazing opportunities such as these.

So please, I urge you to read this, and know that my story is not the only one, there are countless other stories, similar and different, that highlight the importance of programs such as these and the beauty of working abroad.

#fulbright #standwithfulbright #spain #livinginspain #spanishlife #phd #phdlife #academia #academics #research #researchlife #fulbrightscholar #livingabroad #researchabroad

Dublin absolutely captured my heart in multiple ways.

I had conversations with people about histories of colonization, whether it be in Ireland, the U.S. or elsewhere. We discussed the horrible conditions we are witnessing in the U.S. We talked about the ways things can be better, the importance of connection and culture, and so much more.

My children and I visited the National Leprechaun Museum, where we learned about folklore and mythology in Ireland. We also went to EPIC, the Emigration Museum, which highlights stories of joy, pain, anguish, and reason for emigration.

The landscape and scenery is gorgeous and breathtaking.

We have since arrived back in the U.S., spending time in the Midwest as we do every summer before making our way back to San Diego. I'll be reflecting on the entire journey I've just experienced soon.

#dublin #travel #traveling #ireland

Dublin absolutely captured my heart in multiple ways.

I had conversations with people about histories of colonization, whether it be in Ireland, the U.S. or elsewhere. We discussed the horrible conditions we are witnessing in the U.S. We talked about the ways things can be better, the importance of connection and culture, and so much more.

My children and I visited the National Leprechaun Museum, where we learned about folklore and mythology in Ireland. We also went to EPIC, the Emigration Museum, which highlights stories of joy, pain, anguish, and reason for emigration.

The landscape and scenery is gorgeous and breathtaking.

We have since arrived back in the U.S., spending time in the Midwest as we do every summer before making our way back to San Diego. I'll be reflecting on the entire journey I've just experienced soon.

#dublin #travel #traveling #ireland

Zurich ❤️

#zurich #switzerland #travel #travelphotos #photodump #photos #photography #traveling #traveltiktok

Zurich ❤️

#zurich #switzerland #travel #travelphotos #photodump #photos #photography #traveling #traveltiktok

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The Spaces Between Belonging

Why the Fulbright program matters and the spaces between feelings of belonging.

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Reflections on Wanderlust Thanks to the Fulbright Award

Reflections on Wanderlust Thanks to the Fulbright Award

Reflections on adventure and travel after receiving a Fulbright U.S. Scholar award.

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Water Color Skies

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I am currently sitting at the dining table at my house in the Midwest. I don't actually live here - my dad does - but this house has been...

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A Different Family: An Introduction

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