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Snowflake Challenge-- Day 7
Jan. 7th, 2017 06:21 pmDay 7: In your own space, create a fanwork. Make a drabble, a ficlet, a podfic, or an icon, art or meta or a rec list. Arts and crafts. Draft a critical essay about a particular media. Put together a picspam or a fanmix. Write a review of a Broadway show, a movie, a concert, a poetry reading, a museum trip, a you-should-be-listening-to-this-band essay. Compose some limericks, haikus, free-form poetry, 5-word stories. Document a particular bit of real person canon. Take some pictures. Draw a stick-figure comic. Create something.
Since I usually post writing, I'll post some recent photos instead to supplement to make this tiny travel diary slash music rec.
To start, I want to talk about travelling.
I spent a large portion of my life travelling against my will. Or, rather, travelling without being given an active choice in it. My parents left me with my grandparents at a young age because of my father's work, and for the first 5 years or so, that meant no electricity or running water or indoor plumbing. I lived in a rainforest, so we never wanted for much-- everything we needed we grew, we collected rainwater, and all the children went to school in a one room schoolhouse. These memories are very vague for me-- distant and cloudy like a dream, and I can grasp onto the tiniest details but often timelines and events escape me.
The next place I lived was on the other side of the world, with a different set of grandparents. I remember this a lot better. I discovered the cruelty of being mixed race around this time in my life, probably, and I'll never forget it. I was eager to move, after that. Eager to go somewhere new. Only I ended up stuck for a long time in this second place, surrounded by a homogenous society that was a fraction mine but from which I felt isolated completely. I started to long for other places. After that I rejoined my parents, in and out of schools and sometimes skipping school completely in favor of passing yearly exams until high school, which was split between my high school in Japan and then an extra year in the States, so that I didn't need to take the TOEFL for university.
Perhaps my restless childhood is at the heart of why I can't seem to stay in one place anymore, moving from country to country without much care for roots.
So now I travel a lot. Here's a picspam, along with some music.
I'll include some brief spams of some of my more recent trips that were temporary, as opposed to my country moves, haha.
song:
Anyway this is just a brief glimpse of the sort of photos that clutter my phone and what I do with my life outside the computer, mixed with the music that reminds me of these places. It's not a fic, but I don't really have the spare energy to write outside my big projects and I owe to drabbles anyway. Happy Day 7!!!
Since I usually post writing, I'll post some recent photos instead to supplement to make this tiny travel diary slash music rec.
To start, I want to talk about travelling.
I spent a large portion of my life travelling against my will. Or, rather, travelling without being given an active choice in it. My parents left me with my grandparents at a young age because of my father's work, and for the first 5 years or so, that meant no electricity or running water or indoor plumbing. I lived in a rainforest, so we never wanted for much-- everything we needed we grew, we collected rainwater, and all the children went to school in a one room schoolhouse. These memories are very vague for me-- distant and cloudy like a dream, and I can grasp onto the tiniest details but often timelines and events escape me.
The next place I lived was on the other side of the world, with a different set of grandparents. I remember this a lot better. I discovered the cruelty of being mixed race around this time in my life, probably, and I'll never forget it. I was eager to move, after that. Eager to go somewhere new. Only I ended up stuck for a long time in this second place, surrounded by a homogenous society that was a fraction mine but from which I felt isolated completely. I started to long for other places. After that I rejoined my parents, in and out of schools and sometimes skipping school completely in favor of passing yearly exams until high school, which was split between my high school in Japan and then an extra year in the States, so that I didn't need to take the TOEFL for university.
Perhaps my restless childhood is at the heart of why I can't seem to stay in one place anymore, moving from country to country without much care for roots.
So now I travel a lot. Here's a picspam, along with some music.
I'll include some brief spams of some of my more recent trips that were temporary, as opposed to my country moves, haha.
song:
Anyway this is just a brief glimpse of the sort of photos that clutter my phone and what I do with my life outside the computer, mixed with the music that reminds me of these places. It's not a fic, but I don't really have the spare energy to write outside my big projects and I owe to drabbles anyway. Happy Day 7!!!