Italy has always been on my travel bucket list. As a child, I wanted to waltz through those cobbled streets, stand in front of the Trevi Fountain, watch the sunset descend over a Tuscan vineyard and be ferried across a Venetian canal like a princess. In 2015, I managed to make two of those dreams come true.
Do you ever ache for a place?
I used to read a lot as a child. From magazines to flyers to murder/mysteries, I devoured everything I could get my hands on. Feature stories, popular magazine columns (My Embarrassing Moment / Ask ——– / Book of the Month), comic books, flyers, information brochures etc.
All it took was one great sentence and I was hooked.
I believe there’s something extremely cathartic about sharing your deepest secrets with the ocean. Watching the words you were too scared to say bob and sway to the whims of the tide.
If you’re reading this, it’s been a while. A very long while since we last spoke. Months, maybe even years. And it’s my fault. Continue reading
I can’t trace how or when I knew I wanted to be a writer.
It just sorta happened. Continue reading
For years I’ve lived with this feeling. A sense that something better was waiting around the corner. Lingering, biding its time. Quietly gnawing at me.
Some may call it restlessness; others dissatisfaction with the here and the now. Some wise souls might even recognize in it the stirrings of that esteemed emotion… Continue reading