Reason #34 to Keep Living: Education


If I have it my way, the next half of this blog-series will become somewhat of a travel blog, documenting my adventures finding work in countries other than Canada. Travel, as you know from past blog posts, is one of the central reasons I stay alive. I find value in it not only from its pleasure, but also from its inherent educational tendencies. Every time I travel, my brain stretches and my heart grows a little bigger.  Continue reading

Reason #21 to Keep Living: Coming Home


On the bus ride to Tokyo, my final destination before heading home.

I was tempted to entitle this article, “Reason #21 to Keep Living: Coming Home to My Own Bed,” as in the past few days after returning from my travels I have been continually trying to convince myself not to indulge in long afternoon naps while recovering from jet lag.

But there’s more to coming home than collapsing into your own bed and remembering what a good sleep feels like. Continue reading

Reason #20 to Keep Living: Kindness in Japan

*My apologies! I don’t know how this happened, but this post was written two weeks ago on the day it was supposed to be published. Somehow it remained a draft and never made it onto the Amber Typewriter. I only noticed this now after returning home from my three-week stay in Japan. 

p.s. The first line of the article seems to have even more significance now. Again, my apologies!


You know you’re living when you don’t have the desire to show proof of your life to the world wide web.

But, here I am. After seven days of ceaseless travel I have finally found the time and internet access to share some of my adventures. This journey to Japan has given me over a thousand reasons to keep living, but the most inspiring of all these is the people I have met along the way. Continue reading

“I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was — I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future, and maybe that’s why it happened right there and then, that strange red afternoon.”

Jack Kerouac, On the Road

Travelling Sucks, and You Should Do it More Often

In the last month or so, many of my Facebook friends went on various excursions around the world. It didn’t take me long to grow tired of their picturesque photos of lakes and mountains and cityscapes. I got in the habit of scrolling quickly past images of them posing on beaches or in front of famous buildings. The vistas, though beautiful, became exhausting. I developed the urge to comment in large capital letters, “LIES, LIES, LIES!” beneath each photo (an urge which, I reflect happily, I never fulfilled). Having just returned from my own two and a half week trip around Europe, I couldn’t help but wonder where the real experience of travelling had gone.

When had photos of travelling become so “beautiful” and yet so lifeless? Continue reading