Nancy’s Mom joins “The Twitter”
Mom: Can you show me how to join the Twitter?
Me: What do you want to know?
Mom: How do you follow someone?
Me: You find their profile and click “Follow.”
Mom: How do you find them?
Me: You do a search for their name.
Mom: How do you search?
Me: The search bar!
Mom: Where is it?
Me: It’s on the page when you log in. Did you log in yet?
Mom: I didn’t sign up yet.
Me: Well, you have to sign up!
(Pause)
Mom (to herself): Name… username…
Mom (to me): Why did they add a 4 to my name?
Me: Because the username you wanted was taken.
Mom: Oh. I don’t like the number 4. It’s unlucky.
Me: So change it!
Mom: Ok. Number 9.
(Pause)
Mom: So now what… Add a tweet? What do I have to add?
Me: You don’t have to if you don’t want to.
Mom: OK.
(Pause)
Mom (alarmed): Why does my name show on my profile?
Me: That’s your username.
Mom: But I don’t want it to show my whole name.
Me: Why did you use your full name then?
Mom: I didn’t know it shows!
Me: (facepalm)
Paradise… a.k.a. I got pickpocketed here.
(Photo: Playa Salou, Spain)
It’s the little things in life…
(Photo: Nancy Huang / La Chassagnette, France)
Where I am: La Buissonniere, Aigaliers, France.
Set in the tiny hamlet of Foussargues near the village of Aigaliers, this former wine farm has been renovated into a bed and breakfast. It’s now owned by a very sweet German couple that bought the place in early 2012.
Sleeping late, waking up to le petit déjeuner on your terrace, a cool dip in the aqua piscine, reading poolside, napping in your naturally cool chambre (no A/C needed), basking in the countryside sun…
Idyllic. The sort of place where memoirs are born.
Where I am: Luzern, Switzerland.
Sunny days here are unpredictable, but when they do show up, they are PERFEKT.
“People don’t take trips… trips take people.” — John Steinbeck
Funny, the opposite is true for me. But it has little to do with NY or LA itself, but rather what it means to grow up.
Big cities can take your early 20s and exploit you for all your flaws — immaturity, insecurity, self-worth, addiction, temptation, expectation, you name it. At some point, when you put the pieces together and start to figure out who you are, sometimes you have to leave a shell you’ve simply outgrown.
January 18, 2012. Ruco Pichincha in Ecuador. Staring into a foggy path leading to my future self. A fitting start to an incredible year.
“You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.” — Steve Jobs
