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I think what is such a drag to me is meeting good people and then having to leave. That's life, you say. Not everyone you meet is forever, you remind me. But wouldn’t it be so nice to have around an accumulation of everyone you have learned things from, everyone who has made you belly laugh, everyone who has offered you a fresher perspective than you were able to see yourself? Eva and I sat beside the dunes of Maspalomas in Las Canarias, a culture-packed little island just 93

Santander, Spain Written July 28, 2023 The thing is… I am a mere composition of things I have written, emotions I have felt, and people I have met. To collect them all and piece them together would be an impossible feat. But here I am anyways. Although I am whole, I am constantly changing. Thus it feels like I am sure of very little. These beautiful things and people appear and then swiftly vanish. At least they exist at all. The only thing I can be certain of is impermanence

Today is a strange day for me. It's noon thirty and I still haven’t gotten out of bed besides a sluggish shuffle to the kitchen to switch...

“Write tonight and make it wacky.” That was one of my reminders for today. Sometimes with writing, I leave words just to brew in this...

Strangely, I consider this is my first travel blog… despite typically writing lots whilst traveling. I've been to a few countries, seen...

I moved from Raleigh, North Carolina to Cantabria, Spain in September of 2023 and have been living and working as an auxiliare de...

I never know how to start these entries. As I look back on past ones, they normally open with some erratic mini monologue about the current state of things. Sometimes, they start with just a contrite passage that typically sheds light on a hopeful resolution to follow. Some are just stories. Pointless, entertainment at best. I guess this one is just a story too. We were seated beneath the window, with the weight of the ceiling hanging over us. I felt small and nestled in the

A regret I have was telling myself I would write about my experience in Spain. It has only been three months since I have moved here, but the scope of things I have experienced seems to widen and expand the more I toss words around on paper. And a healthy dose of angst and dread creeps up steadily the longer I linger on the idea of retelling it all. I think it may be just too much to encapsulate. A lot of whimsical little tales and recounting of varied feelings that were felt

Published on the day-after-birthday-reflection date of September 6, 2023 And though I sit in the same place I did just a few months ago,...

(A fictional short story) Pope trots down the staircase of the mangled pier that extended from the boat house, rotting more with every...