Nepal

You may shake Kathmandu's dust from your feet, but you can never shake that chaotic city from your soul

You may shake Kathmandu's dust from your feet, but you can never shake that chaotic city from your soul

I spent my 20s bouncing in and out of Kathmandu, Nepal, where I drank too much gin and smoked too many cigarettes. Somewhere in that foggy mix, I was conducting research toward a PhD in anthropology and teaching university students, but mostly I was hanging out, observing the lives of others and having no idea what I wanted to do with my life.

By the time I hit my thirties, I had dropped out of the PhD program and was climbing my way out of the contradictions that come with expatriate life: being neither here nor there, local nor foreign, mature nor immature.

As a result of a short, sudden epiphany, I decided to move back to the U.S. to grow up and take charge of my...

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