I been running all my life. But only just broke in my sneakers. Taking on challenges, Yet fleeing from chaos. Protecting my peace, Yet weakening my resilience. Am I retreating before the storm hits? Or quitting before it calms? Should I trust my forethought? Or regret my hindsight? I am stuck on the fence, Comparing… Continue reading Running Scenarios
Well after people get over the fact that I'm hardly home (but always reppin'), they ask, as a nomad, how I will ever establish a sense of stability? After a little over a year, I've encountered thousands of people, many languages, various cultures and a rainbow of different outlooks on life. Travel became my addiction… Continue reading How to Establish Stability as a Nomad
"To My Future Husband, Wherever You Are, I Know Who You Are Because God has shown me who I am. You are the only one who can handle....." [click link to continue]
"Another round?" Shamelessly, I wanted to visit with Enrique again and of course claim my 3rd glass of his velvety port. "Guapa. You are having fun?" Call me guapa one more time, I thought mischievously. "Yes! And I'm going dancing with you tonight!" His eyes widened as he smiled. "Bryan me invita!" I explained in my broken Spanish.
I have to be because I have sought after it since I was a young girl. Before I was a woman. Before I had my first kiss. Before I left my parents home, I wanted a home of my own. I wanted to feel safe in someone's arms, to know that they were my family… Continue reading Am I Addicted to Love?
We were seated in a bustling bar in midtown Atlanta only a couple hours after my flight landed. Publik, it was called. Somehow we lucked up with the only two cushy armchairs cattacornered with a view of the entire quaint space. We'd met many times before, often ending up somewhere to talk, away from our… Continue reading WanderLust (or Love), in Bar, in early Fall, in Midtown Atlanta