“Don’t get too comfortable.” I saw myself here, forever. That’s what I said about my marriage, my house, job, and cities I moved to, like San Diego. “This is it…
Dear diary, Today I leave Porto with lots of unfinished business. I expected this trip I would get settled into my apartment and have 6 weeks of stress free nesting,…
Dear diary, Here we are on a sober Sunday after my not so fun-filled night on the town Friday. Being the homebody I am, I had every intention of going…
Sunday mornings have always been my favorite day of the week, as it lends itself to self reflection, rest, wiping the slate clean, and piecing together something new. I’ve had…
Dear Diary… Where do we even begin? Its been a minute since we’ve communicated, so I guess I should bring you up to speed. Maybe I should categorize this in…
About time you read this, I will have quietly slipped into a new reimagined year in Porto, Portugal, and erected a new life, much like I quietly erected this space…