I was talking with a friend recently and we were talking about how neither of us live in the city we grew up in. She was saying she hates going home because then she gets treated more like a daughter (the whole like “when will you be home” kind of stuff, dependant again). You forget… Continue reading Welcome home
In the last few years I’ve made a few trips to America. If I go for more than a few years without being there something doesn’t feel right. It’s so many things but ultimately it simple, I love it and it feels like home. I dreamt of living there since I was a kid. I… Continue reading Why America?