There are certain things I do wrong while I’m studying abroad. I look at my pocket map while I’m walking, and have been known to stop on a dime when I realize I’m going the wrong way, subsequently causing a train wreck of pissed off Parisians to run into me. I’ve stepped on plenty of … More Your Soul is Showing..
I stepped outside and the goosebumps began. I shuffled back and forth a little, jumped a few times and rubbed my arms, ready to begin. The sun barely peeked over the top of the apartment building beside me, and the clouds gathered, wispy and gray overhead. I started running. I ran down my street, rounding … More The Gift of the Sunshine
I’m sitting on the metro and the cutest guy I think I’ve ever seen is sitting across from me. I so badly want to look up and make eye contact. I’ve tried a few times to casually look around, so that it’s not obvious that he’s what I’m looking at. I feel him look at … More Eye-contact
What is one do when offered the world? Should they laugh? Cry? Weep, even? Or just sit, content and pleased, feeling only how rich it is to be so fortunate? This past weekend I felt like doing all of the above. I visited Strasbourg and a small town in Alsace in France, and Freiburg and the … More Experience, “The World,” and Far Too Little Sleep
The Transition Artist 