Bustling Busses: My Journey of Being Present

Xela. Xela. Pasa adelante. I quickly shuffle up the stairs to see a family making their way to the final row of seats. A mother. A father. Their baby. The bus is full. 2 to a seat. The bus takes off and I feel the sudden jolt of the bus as I shakily make my…Read more Bustling Busses: My Journey of Being Present

Cut my hair so I could rock back and forth without thinking of you: My London Haircut

I’ve always been a fan of a good haircut. It’s the reason I faithfully returned to the same stylists for nearly 10 years. My favorite part of the process has always, and most likely will always be, the scalp massage. My 7 minutes in heaven. It’s one of the fastest parts of the experience but…Read more Cut my hair so I could rock back and forth without thinking of you: My London Haircut

Taming My Inner Control Freak

A friend recently told me that the brain hates uncertainty. And I will add to that statement- especially my brain. Living in a new and unfamiliar place has brought with it many moments of uncertainty. Which once again my brain hates. I have felt anxious and out of touch with myself these last few months.…Read more Taming My Inner Control Freak

Doxy is the Devil: Lessons From Being Sick Abroad

I fell terribly ill this week because a nasty anti-malaria medication called Doxycycline. You may be able to find it in pharmacy near you by its other name: The Devil. But it’s not all bad. This devil has taught me a few things about being sick while living abroad. Here are some things I have…Read more Doxy is the Devil: Lessons From Being Sick Abroad

My Magic Ingredients

I am beginning to think that I have been on a constant search for two magical ingredients. These magical ingredients go by the names of security and control. I never called them this of course. No. Instead these ingredients were labeled having a plan and perfection. These spice jars sat nicely next to my bed.…Read more My Magic Ingredients

It’s not my fault you’re, like, in love with me or something

Perfection and people pleasing have always been my frenemies. They remind me of Regina George. Telling me "It's not my fault you're, like, in love with me or something!". This blogs has challenged me to confront the bitches. I will admit that I have held back in this space. I have not expressed certain opinions…Read more It’s not my fault you’re, like, in love with me or something