Ventimiglia is a storybook town perched on a small hill overlooking the Costa Azzurra in Italy's northern Mediterranean Sea.
I always thought I’d be dead by thirty-five. I don’t know where this fixation came from, what triggered it, or why I believed it, but the imagined certainty that I wouldn’t live to see forty defined my 20s and early 30s in a very real way. My friends in university would tell me to stop… Continue reading Thirty-Five
There are things beyond our control. Things that force us to change our plans, to be flexible and spontaneous, things that humble us, that remind us that the world keeps spinning regardless of what we’re going through, things that make the impossible possible and the possible impossible. These unpredictable factors are known as force majeure—a… Continue reading My Nomadic Life: Force Majeure
For years I’ve said that my craziest ideas have been some of my best ideas. Studying for a semester in Peterborough, Canada when I was sixteen; moving to Brisbane, Australia before my eighteenth birthday to study journalism… and then transferring to creative writing after only two semesters; moving to Sri Lanka on a whim and… Continue reading My Nomadic Life: A Crazy Idea