Hello again! It’s been eight months since I’ve written a blog post. Someone I met in Prague messaged a few weeks ago to ask if I was doing okay, since the last couple posts were so dismal. It took longer than I would have liked for things to improveāI came down with another month-long illness in [Read More]
When I wrote about bailing on my island hop last week, I mentioned that it freed me up to accept an invitation to visit the little town of Tisno—here’s the story I hinted at.
Shortly after I arrived in Barcelona back in May, right after I’d started traveling, a guy messaged me on OKCupid. We’ll call [Read More]
When I was young, I assumed I would get married–it was a question of when, not if. And I assumed the marriage would look pretty similar to all the ones I saw around me: kids, suburbs, a sort of genial affection with my husband, if I were lucky. I think these are pretty common assumptions [Read More]