It was one thing to fly to another country alone, but to sleep and wake and walk, to live within said country... that was something else entirely.
It's really no secret that I love Taco Bell more than I love most things. Nothing has cured my hangry, heartbroken soul quicker and better than the fake cheese and faker meat of Americanized Mexican Food. You can imagine my distress when I moved across the country, and soon found myself without many opportunities to … Continue reading Tacos and the Charles, A Love Story
Like a queen, she demands to be seen. She's stalwart, ever present. Secure. I resist the noise of living, fighting My need to chart her, define her. I sit beside her, with her, and Let her waves fall and foam around me. Listen as she whispers the lines Of a poem she's been writing for … Continue reading to sea and be seen
It's a secret to no one that my lungs and heart and soul are filled with wanderlust. That my every breath longs for new air, my every step searching new horizons. I enter a new place fully prepared to fall in love. To fall in love with unfamiliar faces, face unforgiving truths. I see my … Continue reading Home, Part II
In my experience, travel has always been synonymous with vulnerability. There is something about being in an unfamiliar place, away from home (and my bed), that cracks me open and spreads me bare. And though I always discover something new about myself (e.g. resilience, courage, the ability to consume a whole pizza on my own...), … Continue reading My First Solo Adventure: New York City
I've never had a person, place, or thing exceed my expectations so spectacularly as Paris did.