Urban life, in the first person
Who will love, and take care of, my neighborhood the way the older residents have?
I live in a “hacker house,” but I’m not a tech bro. Here’s why it’s not so crazy to share a home with 17 roommates.
Moving from L.A. to D.C. taught me a lot about losing and rebuilding my identity.
I was born in Seoul, but raised in Nebraska. I didn’t reconnect with my roots until I arrived in the Bay Area.
It was easier than I thought.
How a new kind of comfort food helped me settle in to life abroad.
Across the border, I found a vibrant scene that helped me appreciate California.
Wandering along New York’s waterfronts helped me adjust to life in the city.
How seeking out used bookstores helped me find my way through unfamiliar cities.
Compared to the subway I was used to, driving in Seattle was freeing—but it was also lonely.
I didn’t feel at home in my new city until I became a tourist in my old one—and brought back the souvenirs to prove it.