pieces of a whole

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“I hate that I can see the back of his head and I hate even more that he does not look back at me once. My eyes dart between the Flamenco dancer, the guitarist, the singer, and the back of his head for an hour and forty minutes. It feels like my insides are being ripped out, lying to dry on the table, soaking in sangria.

I stare blankly at the table watching the ghosts of my vulnerabilities morph into tangible centerpieces, while the entire room applauds.”

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i’m moving to la


This time last year I said yeah I’m definitely moving to Los Angeles. Then Winterline happened and changed my life plan in all sorts of incredible ways. The nine-month travel program around the world was the only thing that could possibly come between me and SoCal at the time. Now here I am, one year later, and pretty sure Winterline isn’t happening again. So, it looks like LA is.  Unless someone tells me I can go travel the world again for free, then it’s a done deal.  (more…)