"I feel as though my life in France is an impressionist painting. With my nose so close to the canvas that little flecks of paint become freckles, it's a wondrous mess. There are so many great big blobs of color, endless pastels, thorny vines of shadow. In the midst, it's impossible to see the way each moment, light and dark, works together to form some spectacular image.Read More
On the bus to Invermoriston, a couple in front was kissing so loud and frequently, I swear the giant "SINGLE" tattooed on my forehead grew a size. #foreveralone But if I find someone, please don't let us be so embarrassingly couply on public buses, swapping loud messy kisses. Or do. Whatever. #22yearsandcountingRead More
Only 23 days until Europe.
Last time I had a countdown-to-Europe, it was on Beth Mitchell's whiteboard and I was going with a group of some of my favorite people in the world, people who I loved and respected. This time, I'm going it alone...and I couldn't be more excited or scared. A little fear is good though, right?Read More