
Hicks, Hoodlums, and Highrises
By Hicks, Hoodlums, and Highrises


Angels Don’t Have Facebook – The Night I Almost Became Homeless in Wellington
The unknown can’t be prepared for, yet true adventuredemands we face it anyway. In that facing, we discover our greatest peril is often our own limitations, our ignorance, our weaknesses as they are revealed to us. But when we journey by faith, God intervenes where natural abilities fail. This is a story of one such intervention.
📖𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐫🎧𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞:https://hickshoodlumshighrises.com/travel/angels-dont-have-facebook-the-night-i-almost-became-homeless-in-wellington/
𝐉𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬,𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐬, & 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞: https://hickshoodlumshighrises.com/join/
#Travel #NewZealand #adventure #stories #hoodlum #hick #lifestyle #angels

I Just Got Kissed by a Woman – How a Faith Pledge Led to My First Culture Shock and How to Navigate Your Own
There is no such thing as a leap of faith. More than a meremoment, faith is a conscious, on-going commitment, to embark on a treacherous journey into the unknown guided by trust in a God who is known. Often, this means leaving a familiar people, culture, and home to become a stranger. As was the case when a financial faith pledge I thought was meant to take me down one such journey, ended up taking down another. I not only received the shock of my life, but a crash course in navigating new cultures, street smarts, and a set of foundational skills for a future I couldn’t comprehend.
This is that story plus revelations on navigating new cultures including: 3 Factors that Shape Culture, 7 Facets of Cultural Expression, and Tips for Adapting to a New Culture
Read the post here: http://hickshoodlumshighrises.com/travel/i-just-got-kissed-by-a-woman/
Join the adventure here: https://hickshoodlumshighrises.com/join/

The Whanau of a King – Finding Community and Provision in a Foreign Land
Loneliness is consistently listed as one of the top fears in the world. Such a fear has roots in reality. Being alone leaves you vulnerable, isolated, and stagnant. Ironically, the path to faith often requires one go it alone…or at least start that way. The question is not whether or not to brave the loneliness, but what do you do once you have? In just as crazy of a paradox, when an ivri goes alone, it does not take long to realize we are anything but alone. Not only do we walk with Him, but we are part of a family that extends to every corner of the earth. This is the story of how I got connected to my New Zealand family.
Read the post here: https://hickshoodlumshighrises.com/travel/the-whanau-of-a-king/
Join the adventure here: https://hickshoodlumshighrises.com/join/

When You Wake Up Looking Like a Giraffe – Lyme Disease Myths, Facts, and My Story
While many fear leaving home for places with things likemalaria and typhoid, one of the most debilitating infections may be in the backyard. With an estimated 476,000 people potentially diagnosed a year in the US alone,1 Lyme disease, when chronic, carries a lower quality of life than some of the most painful conditions out there — including Fibromyalgia.2 But that’s not the whole story, when caught early, Lyme is often curable. I know, because I had it.
Part of being an ivri is self-sufficiency, with health at the cornerstone. With tick season approaching and recent Lyme vaccine news, I want to tell you my story, share what I learned, and equip you to keep yourself and your peeps safe.
Read the post here: https://hickshoodlumshighrises.com/life-skills/lyme/
Join the adventure here: https://hickshoodlumshighrises.com/join/
Disclaimer: I am not a doctor…or a medical professional of any kind. The stories and information provided here reflect my own personal experience, opinions, and research available at time of writing. Content is provided for information and educational purposes only and is not a substitute for professional medical advice. See full disclaimer here.

Mobile Trophies – My First Steps as a Foreigner & 10 Essentials for Traveling to a New Country
Stepping into the unknown is more than an exercise in novelty. It is to become foreign to those all around you while everything around you becomes foreign to you. It is being the unappointed ambassador to answer 52 questions about your country’s politics, being recorded by locals because of your hair and eye color, or the struggle of realizing you don’t have the quadricep strength to use a squat toilet. Any attempt to articulate just how profound an impact this has without first experiencing it feels futile. But among the travelers, the immigrants, the ivrim, there is an understanding of what it is to not be understood and thus, a culture of their own. This is the story of my induction into that culture, and as others did for me, my sharing of a 10 point checklist for what to know when first traveling to a new country.
Read the post here: https://hickshoodlumshighrises.com/travel/mobile-trophies/
Join the adventure here: https://hickshoodlumshighrises.com/join/

Abraham, the First Backpacker – Becoming an Ivri
Most everyone wants a place to belong, a place they can call home, where everyone “knows their name”. But more importantly, there is no greater human need than to know and pursue our creator. However, for some, such a pursuit requires striking out alone…very alone…, leaving all that is familiar to wander as nomad and foreigner. Accepting such a call runs so contrary to our innate desire for belonging, that many miss it all together and of those who do see it, the risk of leaving everything to cross over into a world of the utterly unknown for an unseen future, it is not only unappealing, but terrifying.
This is the story of how I nearly missed one such defining moment in my life and how that has shaped the purpose of IVRI Media and this blog Hicks, Hoodlums, & Highrises – an IVRI Media publication.
Read the post here: https://hickshoodlumshighrises.com/travel/abraham-the-first-backpacker/
Join the adventure here: https://hickshoodlumshighrises.com/join/

Ugly Juice & Summer Sausage Sandwiches – The Story of My Story, an Introduction
Stories are the things life is made of. Tying together moments and elements that go unnoticed in the day to day, stories teach us to understand ourselves, identify what we value, and capture the wisdom of the past to guide us into our future. What’s more, stories take us to places and introduce us to people we otherwise have no way of doing so on our own. They allow us to use our imagination to experiment and test ideas learning as we go. Nevertheless, a story is nothing without its author. To truly understand a story, one must understand the context from which the author writes.
This post is the story of how I developed a passion for stories, hearing and telling them, why I started this blog, Hicks, Hoodlums, & Highrises, and my high-level introduction to you as the blog’s author.
Read the post here: https://hickshoodlumshighrises.com/origins/ugly-juice-summer-sausage
Join the adventure here: https://hickshoodlumshighrises.com/join/