There are countless letters on countless pages in countless books in countless libraries. They all have something in common: none of them contain our story. Not a single sheet of paper in any of those books contain the emotions, passions, happiness, or sorrows of ours, nor the paths that we have taken. This, our paper... Continue Reading →
Embracing the chaos
For the longest time, I was content being by myself. I had nobody I really had to answer to, and nobody I had to consider in my planning. Do I want pizza tonight? Should I uproot and move across the Atlantic? I was perfectly happy in my bubble of discovery and crazy ideas I didn't... Continue Reading →