Category Being Twenty Six.
Thirty One Days.
“…There are nearly thirteen million people in the world. None of those people is an extra. They’re all the leads of their own stories. They have to be given their due.” Dublin, Dublin, Dublin. Can I explain for a second why I love Ireland? First, the music. It is so happy and heartfelt, and I […]
Thirty Four Days.
It’s been an up and down weekend. This is how mature I am: I am sitting here watching the Disney version of Beauty and the Beast, and loving every second. It reminds me of my little brother, our summers growing up together, and grilled cheese sandwiches. We bought our travel bags for Ireland today. We […]
Unexpected Liberation 