Month Seven

Month Seven

I kept waiting and hoping I’d find something more profound to write about what I’ve learned in month seven than what I’m about to write. Truth is, the most blaring and reoccurring reality that has come to my attention in the last few weeks is that I am a better person when I am consistently … Continue reading

Madrid / Musings

Originally posted on Thought Catalog:
Shutterstock I don’t really remember the leaving. I remember the two short-lived hugs at my terminal. I remember the hand full of salty tears that outlined our goodbye and I remember my hands holding onto my bags so tight that my knuckles lost most of their color. I carried them…