I know it’s been awhile since I’ve posted consistently. I’m starting to think that maybe this blog is less of a travel blog and more of a graveyard for memories and words.
When I first read Joan Didion’s essay “Goodbye to All That,” I was a junior in college and in the thick of my love for New York.
Reading is my life. I try to bring a book with me everywhere I go- whether it be for a long flight or just the grocery store (because, well, you never know).
I love Switzerland. It’s full of beautiful architecture, incredible chocolate, cheese, & wine, and breathtaking views. However, it is also home to some of the most hilarious street signs I have ever seen.
I last posted on this blog on January 19th, 2017. It is currently April. April. It’s been 3 months since I have been able to actually write a damn thing. For someone who has always been able to write, even on the darkest days, being unable to do so has been incredibly jarring.
I sat in my very first class at Lang on a sunny day in August 2011, a bright-eyed freshman with sweat on my forehead, dressed to the nines for an 11 am class as the rest of the students shuffled in with a lackluster look in their eyes.
A place where fashion and art collide, Milan is a place where the streets are paved with history as freshly baked brioches waft through the morning air.
The reason why I came to Europe in the first place is due, in most part, to the unsurmountable amount of pain that had been pressing heavy on my chest for over a year now.