Why is everyone I idolize dead? I thought as I laid quietly in bed.
I had just finished Anthony Bourdain’s A Cook’s Tour and needed a moment to let it all sink in. The ending of a book is usually a moment of somber reflection for me. It’s a ritual that begins by reading the last page or paragraph twice, maybe three times, before closing it silently and falling into my thoughts. Each story is an emotional and mental investment and seeing it come to a close is like ending a relationship. You need some time to accept its conclusion and move on. Continue reading “On hope and endings”
It seems the old adage can go both ways: all play can make you feel just as dull.
Today I celebrate my one month unemployment anniversary and rather than having the time of my life, my days have been wracked with guilt and a general sense of purposelessness. Continue reading “All play and no work”
I have been officially unemployed and living in Madrid for nine days now. Scorching hot days slip away to balmy nights, tables on terraces dotting the winding streets filled until the early hours. But despite these endless, spotlessly sunny days, I feel like I’m in a period of transition. Continue reading “Settling in”
The wonderful thing about happiness is that it is something you own. A feeling that seems at times almost as tangible as it is intangible. It’s something you work for tirelessly, so when you find it, you hold tight and don’t let go.
But in reality, no one can take that happiness away from you unless you let them.
Continue reading “On happiness”