Tag Archives: home
In dreams, I’m moving through heavy water
I spend a lot of time alone. As a foreigner in a gigantic city, I’m constantly surrounded by sounds and signs of life and though I interact with it wildly, lovingly and often, I have a tendency to hole up … Continue reading →
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Tagged as foreigner, home, journal entry, life, love, traveling
If I could tame all of my desires
I’ve always held a fondness for lists and perhaps because it’s been raining or perhaps because I’ve had ample time for self reflection or perhaps, perhaps, I’ve found myself carving a mighty list of what essentially boils down to my … Continue reading →
Greetings from Iowa
Now that I’m cozy in my new, slightly over-priced “apartment” in the metropolis that is Des Moines, I must admit that it feels surprisingly refreshing to be back amongst the snow flurries and overly friendly folk that generally make up … Continue reading →
I feel it all
I was recently conversing with a professor who told me that all great writers struggle to go home. He said that these writers spend their careers writing pieces of the Utopian home that doesn’t exist anywhere else but on paper. … Continue reading →
