I saw this while walking alone one day, in a different lifetime, maybe even a different universe. A few days later, I bought a one-way ticket to Thailand and posted this photo on Instagram. I believe it was my declaration of intent.
In the early mornings, when most of the city is still asleep, I wander around Saint Germain and relish the air like a selfish lover. This is where I feel most alive, most like myself and most like I belong exactly how I am. I tell myself that my world is real, and my… Continue reading Everything I love is here
My first day back in the city of my dreams, I went for aimless walks around St Germaine, ate a million croissants, and drank all the vin chaud I could get my hands on (it was cold, I was being a responsible adult and hydrating with warm liquids). But on my second day, I left… Continue reading The Most Perfect Day: Paris
A lifetime has passed since the last time I was here. Back then, the first time I sat down to contemplate my new future as an expat, a stranger in a strange land, it was all very glamorous. It was, of course, based on nothing real but my own fantasies of what I imagined expats must have been… Continue reading Dry Erase: The Expat Life