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. (more…)
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. (more…)
Listening to: Wanderlust by Frank Turner (more…)