I left my heart in Manhattan

My mind goes blank and all I can laconically respond is, "Yeah, it was awesome." How do I put eight weeks of experiences and memories and friendships into a square, eloquently gift-wrapped, comprehensively ribbon-tied single phrase to fit passing conversations? When I look at pictures and read over the journal I kept, I can reminisce … Continue reading I left my heart in Manhattan

The Only Thing Constant in My Life. Change.

I didn’t choose the nomadic life. The nomadic life chose me. Stability and security-I grew up with these, so as much as I crave adventure, I don’t throw these basic needs out the window followed by a bold cry of “YOLO!” I’ve been settling into this cute little apartment for almost 2 weeks now. I … Continue reading The Only Thing Constant in My Life. Change.

You’re not in Iowa anymore…

Three days ago I would've done anything to tap my red shoes together three times in order to transport home. Change is always hard, and personally I think it's exaggerated when you're doing it alone. At least, it felt like I was on this adventure alone. I have more empathy for people who experience depression … Continue reading You’re not in Iowa anymore…