Category Being Twenty Six.
Twenty Five. With Sixteen ‘Working’ Days.
“It’s not true. Some have great stories, pretty stories that take place at lakes with boats and friends and noodle salad. Just no one in this car. But, a lot of people, that’s their story. Good times, noodle salad. What makes it so hard is not that you had it bad, but that you’re that […]
Twenty Seven.
This weekend is almost over, and it was the best one I’ve had in a long time. We didn’t do much, but we sat on the beach all day yesterday, laughing and relaxing. I think it’s exactly what I needed, to be surrounded by good friends, people with something to say. I didn’t even mind […]
Unexpected Liberation 