Boston: The Insignia of a Generation.

It’s weird to see something I wrote printed on an actual, physical page but YAY

Long Island Sound//Boston: Somewhere in between.

To this day, I’m still trying to understand how I ended up in New England.

Boston: E-Journal entry

Finding inspiration within the walls of your bedroom.

Boston: Eating passionfruit on a porch.

I bought a passionfruit the other day.

Boston: Secretive Seashell From Phnom Penh

I never really spent much time in gift shops.

Boston: The cranky pedestrian

Someone once explained how you could always tell a local and a tourist apart by seeing how they walk down the sidewalk.

Boston: Finding creativity on the Red Line

A free-write about belonging, Roadrunner, and the possibility of having a really impressive wingspan.

30/30: Existing as a Human

I can’t believe its already been thirty days.

29/30: Dedicating a whole day to absolutely nothing.

A free-write from this afternoon.

28/30: Juggling, whirling, cartwheeling, etc.

It’s all about the -ing’s