she was a 'wanderess.' thus, she didn’t care about money, only experiences – whether they came from wealth or from poverty, it was all the same to her. – roman payne
The time difference slapped me in the face with such vigor it seemed personal. California seemingly reached half way across the world to ensure I felt the pain of leaving her. And sure as shit I did. I was wildly unprepared to take on the heat that was swallowing Warsaw whole when I arrived. The […]
Living within a city for the better part of a decade you begin to ebb and flow with it’s vibes. Overtime it becomes as organic and essential as your own heartbeat and stride. Once my fate overseas was sealed the scenery around took on a golden glow. A city that was once draped with a […]
This dream had long existed within my own imagination. It took to fruition in college in the form of whispers between friends. Whispers matured into a fantasy of living in Italy for a year learning Italian, soaking myself in their history and eating my way through Florence, wine in hand. These dreams were abruptly wiped […]
a wanderess tale 