I have very few memories of my earliest childhood home. My dad holding me on our small wooden deck and pointing at planes soaring by over our heads. Him pushing me on a small toddler bike with training wheels on…
Everything living abroad has taught me
I’m currently writing this from my Spanish apartment terrace as the sun shines brightly on my laundry hanging from the drying rack next to me. What a life! It’s a Monday, which I don’t work since I work Tuesday through…
I’ve never had a boyfriend, sue me.
How I feel when someone asks me reacts to me saying I’ve never had a boyfriend: As a 22-year-old, I am no stranger to the old “Woah, you’ve really never had a boyfriend?”. Usually my response borders something between “yeah,…
