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    Wise(ish) Words for the New Year.

    12/16/2020 - By 

    *written in 2018, but feels weirdly relevant now. It’s been quite some time since I’ve written on here, but it’s also been quite a year. Personally, this year was a huge puzzle and words were the pieces. *Fair warning, this may not be super relatable to you, but I think I needed to write it. I’m realizing lately how weighty words are. Not just in their meaning, but physically. From an emotional standpoint, I’ve always been familiar with the weight and will that words hold and the ability they have to move and shake a heart. But it hasn’t been…

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    Moving with the Moon.

    03/15/2018 - By 

    It’s been a while since I posted, but the summer sun in Australia has kept me very busy in this bubble of a place. The past 10 weeks have not felt real and I am not entirely sure if it has hit me that I am living down under. All I know is that this time last year, when I was thinking about my next move, I never would have imagined I’d end up here. Since then, I have soared above the clouds back and forth across the world and this view has been enough to make my heart outgrow…

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    Lessons from 2017

    01/01/2018 - By 

    Every single year, we are a slightly different version of ourselves. It’s like there is a constellation of experiences scattering and rebuilding us—altering us in some way. We stumble, we grow and we learn. If I learned one thing last year is that things can go from absolute shit to true magic. The end of 2016 was a strange one for me, filled with a haze of self-doubt and an anxiety that I can’t quite explain. I was a mess, that year was a mess. But I needed that mess because it culminated in an epiphany that has made 2017…

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    My New York Story

    11/14/2017 - By 

    It’s my first time living in New York City. I’ve always seen it in the movies, watched its glistening greatness from a distance. In the movies, everyone starts out small—they have a big dream and maybe two pairs of shoes to their name. They wander into the vast city, a nobody. But then 60 minutes into the film, they’ve stumbled into the right person at the right time. They’ve fallen in love and then their closet is totally revamped. They’ve made it. Then the happy indie song plays as the credits roll and we’re sure that one day we will…

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    Goodbye Tokyo

    09/21/2017 - By 

    One week ago I said goodbye to Tokyo… And I was more emotion than human. After spending three months in this place, I can honestly say I wouldn’t change a thing, not even the messy parts. Exploring a new place is like a book. We get out of it what we desire to get. The book itself isn’t going to change. The words don’t magically reshuffle themselves to our liking. We interpret the story a certain way depending upon the state of our heart. I found many things in the storied city of Tokyo. A magnetic contentment. A contagious outlook.…

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    Konnichiwa

    07/19/2017 - By 

    Life update: I moved from Miami to Tokyo. And I must say, there’s something so refreshing about going to a brand new place. I am only here for three months but I have no clue where I’ll be next. I read somewhere that what we all really want in life is to travel and to love. The latter is partly left to chance, which is what makes it so special…but that’s a whole different story. However, for some of us, travel will always be a choice—a priority we make or forego. Travel gives us insight—the further we go away and…

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    Season of Change

    11/16/2016 - By 

    Fall is known as the season of transition and change—both in the small ways and in the huge, life-altering ways. Changes in temperature, changes in color, changes in scenery, changes in time. But this year in particular, Fall came in guns hot. For one, my parents sold our childhood home in Orlando. We had lived in that neighborhood since 1998 and just last week my parents handed over the keys to the new owners. My last weekend at my house was definitely bittersweet. Sorting through and boxing up everything we had collected over the years definitely brought me back. Not to mention—…