These will all be stories one day.

These will all be stories one day and I know half of them we have no control over, but for the one’s we do – what do we want them to say?

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To him.

Seeing you now, feels like coming home
And after moving across the country
I know there’s no better feeling than that.

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Towards what?

Never before in twenty-two years have I had this much freedom, this much responsibility, and an infinite amount of options all of which are like blank envelopes and being forced to decide which one to open.

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Rocky.

I love rock beaches, cliff edges, and mountains. I love things rocky. But when it comes to myself – my emotions – seasons of my life, I wish it was all smooth.

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One Week Today.

I don’t know what’s going to happen in Europe, I don’t know if a window will be opened for me, and I certainly have no idea how it’s going to feel and what I’m going to do when I come back but I can tell you with confidence that I am incredibly nervous, and beyond excited, for whatever this near future holds.

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My mom calls it Eden.

I did about as much growing up here as I did anywhere else but when places like the house I grew up in became suffocating the cottage was always a refuge. Never quite tarnished no matter what happened up here, the cottage was safety and security, and even when it wasn’t, it was peaceful.

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