My Nomadic Life, Non Fiction, Photography, travel, travel, Writing

Thirty-Five

I always thought I鈥檇 be dead by thirty-five. I don鈥檛 know where this fixation came from, what triggered it, or why I believed it, but the imagined certainty that I wouldn鈥檛 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

Short Stories, Writing

Where I Came From

I jumped from the edge of Angel Falls. The trees looked like a fluffy, green carpet below me, getting closer and closer with every second. But I wasn't scared. As I fell, I smiled at the wonder that I could fall but wouldn't get hurt: that when I shut my eyes, I would be transported… Continue reading Where I Came From