meet me somewhere new
I’m planning to stop posting on here (not like I’ve posted much anyway in the past number of years :))
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There are some old posts from my Scottish adventures, but I’ve decided that this is where I wish to continue my posts (or lack of posts…). The blog will be more about documenting specific moments or photos that are important/special to me.
Au revoir x
When I was a kid I thought your 20s were supposed to be fun, not filled with perpetual anxiety about financial stability and constantly feeling like an unaccomplished piece of shit.
we return to each other in waves. this is how water loves.waterling, nayyirah waheed (via thatkindofwoman)
Ravello, Italy (by Francesco Riccardo Iacomino)
3 may 2014
I am leaving to Italy in a few months (~3). I don’t think it has really hit me yet and probably won’t until the minute I say goodbye to my parents at LAX.
It’s a frightening thought, but this will be the next journey in my life and I am quite excited about it. Lately, I’ve been trying to depict my future. I’ve realized that it is rather complicated because I have no idea what it will be like. What I do know is that I expect to grow and learn more than ever, especially with the global dimension of my program. I am both afraid and eager to consolidate who I am, if that makes sense… Most of the time I feel so fragmented, mentally, emotionally, etc. I wish to feel whole, but I understand that there is so much that I desire to absorb from the world. Ultimately, I understand that I cannot have that, and I’ll never be truly satisfied, but that’s perfectly fine with me. My time in Bologna (I hope) will sort me out in some way. I’ve come across photos of friends and acquaintances traveling abroad and my wanderlust continues to grow each day. There are so many beautiful cities, towns, and hidden gems to explore. I want to strip myself of my life that is constantly connected to my phone, my laptop, and all other modern technologies. It’s not possible should I wish to survive, but I could be so much more fulfilled with life if I were simply sitting in a field of lavender somewhere in the french countryside or walking through the streets of Pamplona, falling in love with its existence because it is the setting in one of my favorite novels. You could say I’m in a rut, and these desires are very common because some of us wish to escape to a place we can’t quite grasp, most often because it is too beautiful to imagine…but isn’t it pretty to think so?
I realize this post has turned into something more along the lines of restlessness with my current situation, but I’m ready for the future…and a garden escape perhaps.
Alex Turner’s love letter to Alexa Chung: "My mouth hasn’t shut up about you since you kissed it. The idea that you may kiss it again is stuck in my brain, which hasn’t stopped thinking about you since well before any kiss."