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Why I Returned From Asia (And Where I’m At Right Now)


A lot has happened since this blog was first conceived in 2008, when I was on the brink of a Southeast Asia adventure and I was still dwelling on the urban shores of Rockaway.  I went to Asia, had some close encounters with wild yaks and fanged millipedes, came back to New Orleans, wandered amok in the haze of the job search, and landed a job writing about jobs.  How apropos.

And strangely enough, I have a home.  For the first time in many, many years, I finally have a small cottage crammed with all of my books, clothes, and surfboards.  My mother was so happy to get all of my stuff out of her house.  I was hyperventilating at the prospect of having roots.

But it feels kind of good.  I think I’m in the right place right now. 

I mean, I will always have the travel bug.  It’s itchy.  I can feel it right now, especially now, on this slow drizzling Sunday in New Orleans when my body is restless and achy, twitchy and fidgety.

But I think it’s important to bring your experiences and stories back to your friends, to offer those Darjeeling tea leaves that you lugged up and down mountains and across jungles to your family so they can taste what the world is like in that small village, nestled in the far reaches of northern India.

If you’re a traveler that returns with no stories, why go? Why return?

By the time I was done with my eight months in Asia, I was ready to journey back to New Orleans to recoup the lost muscle from long bus rides and months of traveling a country in the midst of fasting.

But I was also bursting to share everything that I had learned.  It was time to tell my stories.

I’m still processing my travels, always processing, always thinking and scheming.  I’m still turning over what I learned and what I will learn next and what my life means right now.  Here. In New Orleans. This Sunday.

But the real point of this post is to catch everyone up on where I’m at.  I’m in New Orleans, I’m scheming my next trip, I’m traveling to beaches to try to surf, and I’m blogging about jobs and life.

So tell me, Where y’at?

(Note: This website was made on iWeb and it doesn’t have comment functionality. Rahr. If you email me your comments, I’ll post them here.  I’m taking a class on Ruby and will hopefully soon have a shiny blog crafted from my own code. That’s my dream. I hope you’ll email me a comment and say hello.)


Hi There.

I’m glad you stopped by. I’m Lauren: a writer-photographer- blogger-surfer-yogi-marketer-rock climber-harpist-globetrotter.

That’s kind of a lot to say, so when someone asks me what I do, I just tell them that I’m a mermaid.

You see, in Scottish sea stories mermaids are the dreams that sailors glimpse but can never capture. I’m not the sailor pining for something I’ll never achieve; I’m the mermaid that combs the seas living and breathing and being my dreams.

So now that you’re here, what would you like to do?

  1. Bullet Read my mermaid blog about travel, careers, and love.

  1. Bullet See my work experience (I’m for hire!)

  1. Bullet Check out pictures of my adventures in Asia and how I managed 8 months of travel.

  2. Bullet Talk to me on Twitter @MermaidTales or shoot me an email at MerChronicles AT

A few fun facts about me:

  1. Bullet Every boss I’ve ever had has called me mermaid.

  1. Bullet If you’re sitting next to someone on an airplane reading poetry, it’s probably me.

  2. Bullet I adore surfing small waves on longboards in strange places (NYC, New Orleans)

  1. Bullet I play the harp because when I pluck the strings I feel music coming from my body like breath.

I made these icons myself. Yes, I’m totally a Photoshop ninja. Don’t be afraid to click on them!

This menu has all my photography & writing from eight months of traveling & lugging around 20 pounds of photography gear. Somehow none of it ever got stolen even when I left it in thatched huts with no locks. The world never ceases to surprise me.

Dive in and find out what mermaids do when they’re 16,000 feet above sea level and what happens when they encounter a herd of anti-mermaids looking for food