I am back in Paris, which means I am back to being the foreigner. Yet, for some reason, I feel caught between two worlds. Continue reading “Reversed Worlds”
On Saturday, August 5th, my mother finally accomplished one of her biggest dreams. She graduated from the University of Purdue (it’s ok, I guess I can allow being rivals only for university – I am a big Indiana University fan). This was a big day for my mother, someone who has sacrificed so much for others. Continue reading “To the Woman That Taught Me to Travel”
This weekend, I am leaving for the states! This will be my third time visiting since I moved to Paris three years ago. Continue reading “Getting Ready To Go State Side”
A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life.
It’s been a while since I have taken blogging seriously, since I have checked up on other blogs and followers, wanting to keep up with them. Continue reading “Defining Home”
Give me 6-12 months in a new town or city, my mind will start to think about the next city to live in. It is a habit, something I cannot help. I noticed it the last move, between Oregon and Indiana. I absolutely adored the suburb I lived in outside of Portland, the friends I had made and the high school I went to (my teachers made going to school worthwhile). Then when we arrived to Indiana, I cried for months. Why had I agreed to move when I loved home so much?
Why… Hello there internet. It seems that we have not seen each other in quite some time. I have been away, whisking myself in the magic that this city holds. Actually, in all honesty, I have just been busy and tired by the end of the day. Continue reading “Ten and Tapas”
Moving abroad, all you can think about are your firsts. The first time you will buy a bottle of wine, crepes, escargots, climb the Eiffel Tower, walk down Champs Elysees… you never really think about the firsts you will be missing back home.