Brynna Standen
Brynna Standen
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Lost in Translation and Found in A Tanzanian BBQ Joint

Somehow, I have the great fortune of currently living on the peninsula in the striking city of Dar es Salaam. The apartment I’m hosted in by my kind friends features a yard filled with palm trees and exotic flowers and…

I Dreamt of Africa So Hard That I Woke Up on the Tanzanian Coastline

I wake up sweating. The sun pouring through my window is new and unfamiliar and conspicuously yellow; like a child has drawn thick, waxy rays into my room with a Cornsilk Crayola crayon. The chickadees outside are putting on a…

I’m in it For the Backpackers: The Most Affective Way to Travel the World

In just two months, my black and yellow trekking backpack and I developed an oddly deep bond. I suppose it’s not entirely bizarre, for me, at least. I’ve always been one to get attached to inanimate objects. Not because of…

The Breakup Apple Doesn’t Fall Far From the Relationship Tree: How to Get Through Your Next Breakup

I’ve been through  *eh hem* a few breakups. I mean, I’m pretty much an expert. (Look at me, asserting self love wherever I can.) Breaking up with, being broken up with, literally just leaving the country mid-relationship (twice)… You name…

A Week Amongst Elephants: These Are The Facts & They Need Your Attention Now

When I was nine years old, my big dream, the biggest, dreamiest, dream I could dream, was that one day I would be able to work as a volunteer in an African village.   *Normal* I used to watch those…

A Postcard From Northern Thailand Part 2: Goosebumps and Good Vibes

When the songthaew finally pulled into the village, I eagerly hopped out the back of the truck and threw my backpack over my shoulder, happy to have my feet back on solid, unmoving ground. The driver came around back  to…

A Postcard from Northern Thailand Part 1: Ride or Pai

I had spent six days in total silence. Nestled in a hut high up in the mountains and deep in the forest, where the temperature drops more than 25 degrees once the sun goes down, each night I would wrap…

Waiting on the Girl to Change

Each and every time I garner this undue acknowledgement, I begin to feel oddly like a fraud. Like I should craft some uniform and eloquent riposte to dole out to every person I’ve unintentionally deceived. One that makes it totally clear that I’ve done nothing remarkable. I may have been unafraid, but foolishly so. In fact, I cried four separate times because of momentary lonesomeness or because, like a child, all of my friends were together and I wasn’t there.

Feeding the Flame – My Time in A Buddhist Monastery

For the last few years, as I’ve wandered across the world, through weeks and in and out of days, finding my independence and self worth in dark, locked boxes that, unbeknownst to me, had always been hidden in strange nooks of my soul waiting to be discovered and set free, I’ve begun to find that… surprise!

Life and Death in Lopburi

There is no beauty more enrapturing than that of juxtaposition. Opposing forces exchanging unlikely compliments.