This afternoon, after grocery shopping, and folding laundry, I sat down with a book and the balcony door open to let the fresh air flow in. Now as afternoon fades to evening, and I've managed to write something, it's time to start cooking...and maybe pour a glass of wine!
late night notes
I spent a few days being sick with a crazy fever. Thankfully it turned out to not be the flu. With the intense back pain, it could have been, but once the fever broke all I was left with was a killer headache for a day. It seems that I love my home so much... Continue Reading →
It’s been awhile…
According to my wordpress stats, ahem, its been 7 months since I've posted anything, and even before that, this blog has seen very little action in the last 2 years! What have I been waiting for?? A lot of things distracted me in the time since I returned from my year abroad in Italy. The... Continue Reading →
“This is what the truth feels like” -Gwen Stefani- A sort of year end round up…?
December 31st, 2016 The last day, well the last few hours of this incredibly long year. It’s been a crazy year in the world, from politics and acts of terror across the world, to the loss of some of the greatest artists of our time. Everyone is talking about Bowie taking all his favs with... Continue Reading →
Talking with my monster
Im a 30 year old girl, woman? And Ive discovered the monster in me. Ive described it as a darkness before, a place that is familiar and comfortable that I turn to, and choose to get lost in at times. It brings out the self destructive tendencies, the drinking and the bad choices. Although I... Continue Reading →
When I first started this blog I was inspired by the Eat, Pray, Love story; the journey of healing and reinventing oneself through travel. Along the way this blog has been an outlet, a space for personal writing with the hopes of connecting with others. I suppose that I found value in these connections as... Continue Reading →
Everywhere I looked I saw us. I saw us in everything. I drove the same routes and streets that we used to, just out of habit. Past our old apartment building, and restaurants we enjoyed together. I felt like a ghost wandering through a graveyard of
memories, places that still exist, yet we don't.
The Existential Crisis Rages On
As I struggle to leave behind old habits wherein I pressure myself with unnecessary timelines and life goals, I cannot help but feel an impending doom, as though whatever decision I make, post Italy, will have some sort of irreversible, life altering effect.