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