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Welcome to my blog. I document my adventures in travel, style, and food. Hope you have a nice stay!

we navigate by stories but sometimes we only escape by abandoning them

we navigate by stories but sometimes we only escape by abandoning them

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. It’s bright on the other side of my eyelids and I wake in a panic. 6:20am. When did the days get longer?

. Snow on dogwood trees and my breath is like smoke on this cold air.

. The ground crisps and crunches with each step.

. The combination of wine and benadryl last night means I feel like utter shit this morning and I need water but first I drink a coffee that I can’t finish.

. She leads me behind the stage, down corridors and through greenrooms. We take a shortcut through the costume shop and stop to photograph the dye room that could use better ventilation.

. Me time.

. Laundry + Gathering Moss. 

 . I add The Collected Poetry + Prose of Wallace Stevens to my library queue. There are not enough hours in this life to read all the books I want to read.

. It’s hard to relax when the girl in unit 4 is banging around her apartment. I thought the benefit of living on the top floor meant you don’t hear your neighbors. Sigh... 

. Robiola bosina. A bloomed rind that feels like velvet on the tongue.

. So. Much. Noise. 

the virtual world isn’t the real world

the virtual world isn’t the real world

can't hang w the baristas

can't hang w the baristas