Thought Catalog

Bart Schaneman

Author of This Expat Life.

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Waking up to a phone with an on-screen notification from the New York Times reading “U.S. say North Korea has nuclear-capable missiles” does not make you want to get out of bed, as alarming as it is.

We all promise we won’t lose touch. Friends forever. You’re like my brother. My sister. I won’t be gone for that long. We’re not going to change that much.

I hope the traditions of good journalism that were built through more than a century of standards and refining the craft won’t be lost due to a “transition period.”

I just want to feel exactly like I did when I used to walk home from school and drop off my books in my house and run outside and I could play until dinner. Love makes you feel like that.

If politics really don’t matter, if the market makes all the decisions, than how about I treat my vote like I would the marketplace?

It feels like the work I do is only for myself and the company that employs me. Not for the good of the nation. Not for my family. Not for any “greater good.” In a way I prefer this.

It takes nerve to talk to someone you might find interesting or attractive on a bus or a train. To ask someone to unplug so you can begin a conservation is beyond even the most confident of us.

There comes a time when you’re either traveling to gain experience or you’re running away when things get hard.

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