Confessions

I have a confession to make, I am a hoarder. Of books that smell like they landed on my doorstep after years of collecting stories from people I will never know. Of memories that scream at me from rooftops, telling me that sometimes, I remember you with more fondness than I did when you were…

Day 297- The woman at the old age homeĀ 

There is a woman at the old age home.  Her eyes glimmer of the history she’s witnessed in her long years here on earth.  Her wrinkles remind me of constellations, connected in a magnificent display of wisdom.  Her hands are always shaky. No matter how much I hold on to them, warming her skin against…

Citizens Talk 13.0

“One day I was sitting at the McDonald’s in France, I didn’t have WiFi so I was using some from them, but I couldn’t use the tables to sit down until I didn’t order something. I went inside and ordered a big Fanta, took it outside and sat on the last table near the newspaper…

Spain- Day 242

I realized I haven’t blogged about Spain half as much as I should’ve. After all, I did spend about a month of my exchange there. The first thing you notice about Alicante, is that there’s no hurry. Everyone seems to be so at ease and focusing on the now. It’s among the only places where…

New beginnings, new ideas…

So school’s started, and let’s just say I’m done socializing. Something about school just doesn’t appeal to me anymore, maybe it’s the constant long hours of study and nothing in particular to look up to, or perhaps it’s just that I enjoy my own company more than other’s. Everything’s become an emotional rollercoaster, and it’s…