i have this memory. maybe it was 2003. it was before we took down the wall separating our kitchen and dining room. my mom and i played under the dining room table. we collected flowers and leaves and sticks. ponds were created out of tupperware. diving boards out of boxes. zip lines out of twine.…
Engulfed in the beauty of the scene, I felt Itto wrap me in a hug. His chest pressed against my back, I felt his heart beat stronger than I’d ever felt anything before—it could’ve beat through my body and come out the other side. Was something going on?! Amidst a flurry of kisses, he said,…
I found myself in a space of being so uncertain about what I was supposed to do next. There were goals that I achieved but felt far from where I could be. Ideas passed by me, dancing in the air, then blowing away in the wind. The hardest part of this year was being in…
A Chicago girl.
I have officially been in Italy for five days and am already thinking of ways I can come back and live here longer. The day before I left, everything I hadn’t been freaking out about finally caught up to me. I was running through my last-minute packing list while wondering, “Am I really ready for…