I’ve suffered with depression pretty much my entire life, the severity waxing and waning as the days go by.
It’s no shocker to anyone reading this that I’m a big literature buff (I mean, hello, look at my blog).
Literary history. Luxury. Ghosts. I’m sure you’re thinking that these are three things that have absolutely nothing to do with each other but after our stay at the Shelbourne Hotel in Dublin, I’d say you’d be wrong.
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.