This Christmas, I spent the holiday weekend packing, cleaning, and moving, from my 1,600 square foot house into something one-quarter the size.
Month: December 2017
Solo Travel is a Gateway Drug (an Autobiography)
I was born with an urge to roam. It’s innate. When someone like myself decides to go gallivanting around the world alone, the idea didn’t come out of nowhere as if I were struck by lightning. It was a decision that culminated from the escapist urge that’s always been brewing, churning and growing inside me. I started slow; tentatively. I dabbled. I felt the rush. And then a longer trip, a farther trip, a riskier trip, and I was hooked.
The Checklist is a Fallacy
“M” was a man that checked every box. By all intents and purposes, “M” was perfect for me. So why weren't we a match?
Letter to My Ex-Lover
Unrequited love belongs in fiction, not in my life. The person who wants back in... will actually try to get back in.
