For all the reasons twenty-four seemed scary at sixteen, it overwhelms me now that the dreaded year has brought with it bureaucracy once unforeseen.
Despite the countless houses, apartments, hostels and homestays I have lived in, I have never truly felt that I had a home.
Never take risks because you don’t know what emotions, people, places or opportunities are awaiting you on the other side.
The absence of a significant man in my life while traveling these last few years, has taught me some important things about myself and my needs.
In the last 30 days since I moved to New York City, the concrete jungle has transformed before my eyes.
I often wonder about how people perceive me, especially because of how I have been perceived in the past. I have been put into so many “boxes” over the years, and each one has frustrated me more than the next.