humanity

If nothing else, travel opens your eyes to the colorful quilt that is humankind.

Dear Westampton...
Memory 1: The "beginning." My very first memory of my hometown Westampton, was sitting in the backseat of a car. My Dad drove around the high schools and other blocks, familiarizing himself with the neighborhood. It was night-time, and I distinctly recall the bright headlights of our Honda.
By Naabiah5 years ago in Wander
Antioch is My Motherland
I arrived at the Amtrak station on First and E street near the delta with my DSLR. It’s Valentine’s day today and it’s the first one I’ll spend alone since my divorce. The plan is to capture some footage of all my favorite parts of Antioch for a writing challenge. I don’t live here, anymore and so the drive “home” certainly boasts the perfect love and nostalgia that no box of chocolates or clearance jewelry could give. There was nothing cheesy about being here, today.
By Stasi Grant5 years ago in Wander
Two hometowns?
Is it possible to claim two hometowns? “Where are you from?” is a good question that is always thrown around. I am originally from a city where most people tend to mispronounce the name or ask “where’s that?” so my most typical response is “it’s about 20 minutes from Boston” to save emptiness chatter.
By Michael James Moïse5 years ago in Wander
Saint Cloud
I moved to Saint Cloud, Florida from the big city, Orlando. I was born and raised in Orlando. Me and Orlando, we grew up together. As I got older Orlando got more interesting. Orlando has cuisine from every country, it's home to Disney World and Universal Studios. It's close to world famous beaches including Daytona, Cocoa and Miami. From Orlando you can watch astronauts get launched into space! Why then would I choose not to write about Orlando? It's because Saint Cloud stole my heart. After 40 years of living with the constant growth and expansion of my hometown I decided I needed a change. I wanted to slow down. I wanted to get back to nature. I wanted to know my neighbors.
By Tiffanie Maas5 years ago in Wander
Mexican clay
Objectively speaking, I had not done much significantly meaningful with my camera for a long time, I had been travelling around Europe, Asia and Australia and although I was happy with the visual aesthetics my photos showed, I could not recall much magic in the moments captured. I was homesick and I needed to do something about it, I needed to recharge.
By Fabiola Camacho5 years ago in Wander
The Road Within My Past
Anytime I think about my hometown, I feel nostalgic because there are lots of memories from, my childhood to my adolescence that holds me to my hometown. I grew up in A small town on the outskirts of San Antonio Texas, and New Braunfels Texas. My hometown is A beautiful small town very quiet full of children running around playing laughing. When something good happens the town would gather and celebrate as a community and if A tragedy happened the town would get together do what we could to help. The name of my hometown is Schertz Texas.
By Daphne Sutherlun5 years ago in Wander
The City That Never Sleeps
Welcome To Las Vegas Sign Las Vegas is one of those cities that is so popular and visited so frequently that its taken for granted. The buildings and lights are shown in movies or talked about in songs. Its always represented by gambling, shows, and loosely clad women, but our city is so much more than that. While those things do exist in the city that never sleeps there's also a lot more hidden in between.
By Blue Dymond5 years ago in Wander
Growing out
Growing Out I grew up in a town, surround by sea; to be near the water was all I knew. I was raised in the ocean, nurtured by the sand, and sought solace in the depths of the salty swell.
By Bridget5 years ago in Wander
GROWING UP ON THE 'COLORED' SIDE OF THE BORDER
Marshall, Texas is known by several names that reflect its rich culture and heritage – everything from the "Pottery Capital of the World" to the birthplace of Boogie Woogie.
By Michelle Petties5 years ago in Wander
Suburban Myth
Saturday mornings are arguably the busiest time of the week. The farmers markets are bustling with couples buying their locally grown produce and handmade soaps. The soccer fields roar as crowds of families cheer on their players. As you drive through the countless neighborhoods, the smell of fresh cut grass creeps in through the window. It sounds like a suburban myth, but its exactly what draws the droves of new families moving in weekly: The sense of togetherness and pride in the community. There is a reason it was ranked number two in the nation for safety and places to raise a family and you can get lost in the euphoria of that bubble.
By Kristen Lantz 5 years ago in Wander
That Turtle who's heading North
Have you ever watched a turtle moving from one point to another? I can't! I simply don't have that patience. That motion - it's too annoyingly slow.
By GABRIELA LUPU5 years ago in Wander
Welcome to Little Haiti, Miami
Living in New York was always where I wanted to be—with its skyscrapers, shopping and nonstop activities. However, much of the time, there’s nowhere I would rather be than right back home again. Enjoying the pristine, white sand beaches and Miami’s tropical weather. At least, that is the part that everyone recognizes. For myself, however, Little Haiti, which is also located in Miami, is much more than that.
By Queenie Reigns5 years ago in Wander