I’m working long hours. By long hours I mean the same hours 95% of this population works. So, take my exaggerations lightly. Waze has taken me a different route to and from work every day since I started, so I have no idea where I’m going. I can’t wait for my data to be cut off, which will undoubtedly happen within the next couple weeks. Then this gets really fun.
A couple weeks ago my mother told me that Junot Diaz, THE Junot Diaz, resides in a quiet neighborhood behind the spin studio I go to in Cambridge. I don’t know how she knows this, or how the person who told her knows this. But, I’m taking said person as a credible source (because This Is How You Lose Her).
You love this city. When you step off the plane your feet mold to the ground and you can feel it; this is the kind of place you think of when you say let’s get away. Continue reading “barcelona”
I’ve avoided writing about any difficulties I’ve faced since leaving for this nine-month trip around the world. So much so that I’m not really sure where to start. I think I’ve avoided it for a few reasons. Writing publicly about my feelings is, quite obviously, a lot more personal than simply summarizing the events that have taken place over the past few months. Continue reading “To Read This or Not To Read This…It’s Lengthy and Frankly an Unpleasant Case of Word Vomit”
Listening to: Wanderlust by Frank Turner Continue reading “I have no idea what I’m saying “