I’m home from my trip, and I’m happy about it. During my first night back, when I woke up at 3am and wondered “Where am I now?” I felt a wave of comfort envelope me when I realized “I’m home in my own bed.” In the morning the weather was gorgeous, and the coffee I made in my own French Press was some of the best coffee I’d had in weeks.
I love your observations and reflections on life. I felt like I was there! “creamy pudding that tasted like bananas and not like yellow” is brilliant. And the folks you met? Ooh weee! Fannn ceee!
Like I said before, You love deep! Is it that writers love deep? I know that me as a reader loves to read deep! Can't write for crap, but recognize the passion! Your words are an entry way into your heart and soul. My god if you do dating apps, just put one of your pieces in "who you are" and leave it at that! I love your "reals"!
Fucking love this piece. The whole thing, and especially every around this: "They’re kinda humiliating — men, I mean."
I love your observations and reflections on life. I felt like I was there! “creamy pudding that tasted like bananas and not like yellow” is brilliant. And the folks you met? Ooh weee! Fannn ceee!
Like I said before, You love deep! Is it that writers love deep? I know that me as a reader loves to read deep! Can't write for crap, but recognize the passion! Your words are an entry way into your heart and soul. My god if you do dating apps, just put one of your pieces in "who you are" and leave it at that! I love your "reals"!