Like I told them, I’m really good at being single.
“I can’t leave this,” I tell myself. “I’m too afraid. This isn’t fun, but it’s comfortable. This isn’t right, but at least I know where I’m sleeping and how to get around. I’m afraid to go again. I should stay where it’s safe.”
“You’re a pretty girl,” my date waved me off as I reached for my wallet. “Pretty girls don’t pay for things.” I bristled, mentally calculating how much he had spent … Continue reading Dilemmas of a Frugal Feminist
When I stay still and you all spin around me, a kaleidoscope of conversations and adventures and traditions.
And every once in a while, I meet a stranger that immediately belongs.
At twenty-five, I’m starting to see my peers as adults. We’re no longer floundering around, renting our first apartments, burning our first meals, ignoring the squeals on our brakes until … Continue reading impostor syndrome
The last couple of weeks I’ve been heartsick for travel. Have you ever stayed in a hostel? The beds usually squeak, the sheets usually have a hole somewhere in them, … Continue reading places and people
I am the border of two realities, nostalgic for a childhood from a quickly bygone era.
A single female on a Saturday night, wearing a formal dress and looking content: I was a curiosity. They wanted to know my story.
If I truly wanted to travel the world, all the blog posts tell me what I should do… Frankly, I can’t do that.