“Hey Ma.. No, everything is fine. I just wanted to call to say if you give me something of his, it looks like Grampy will be making it to the tulips after all.” The phone went silent after that, but not before hearing my mom heave into sobs as she passed the phone to my
Here I am, two years into living in New York City and finally feeling comfortable, perhaps too much so, in this place. The rumble of the subway only slightly registers in my ears now and a perpetual stream of honking becomes daily background noise. The steady hum of the city is energizing and comforting all
Picture a simple, white desk with an open laptop, basking in the morning sun. Now, pan to the left and in the corner of this desk stands a massive stack of notebooks looming over all else, all precariously balancing on top of one other. Most are half-filled, several with only a few pages marked up,
Watching the night sky fill with thousands of blazing balls of light, the Yee Peng/Yi Peng lantern festival in Thailand is something you see on many bucket lists. When my travel partner Jenn and I realized our leg of the journey coincided with the festival’s potential dates (it varies each year depending on the full
As we looked for a place to park our behemoth of a U-Haul truck, we were greeted by an older man in a faded baseball cap. He waved us over, letting us know we could park in the empty spot right near where we needed to be. Though technically, the area he guided us to
June 13th marked my one year anniversary in the city and spent it by laying on my floor mattress, loft recently disassembled. The air in our apartment was stifling; the breeze outside nonexistent. I never reinstalled my air conditioning this spring as it was an unusually cool few months for once. Plus, the thought of
“Aren’t you afraid?” Twice, I have attended rallies in New York City. Twice, I have been asked the same exact question. Have I ever felt afraid for my safety? Isn’t it scary to be engulfed in a crowd? Considering I do it every day around rush hour, when I stuff my body onto the already
Seeing as I took last week off to properly celebrate and take part in the holidays, I figured I’d start whilst on the plane to Mexico, trying to ignore the fairy sounds from the little girl’s iPad in front of me. The mom was good for the first few hours, constantly hushing her two noisy
Recently, I talked about writing my own love letter and stuffing it in the overflowing letter box that sits tucked away in one of my favorite cafes in Connecticut. Written prior to living in Brooklyn, this letter was when I wasn’t sure if the apartment I threw most of my savings at was going to be mine.
At twenty one years old, I can confidently say I have no idea what I want to do with my life. Absolutely no clue on what path to take, which direction to traipse, how to best figure out what I want.