That most solitary of places. | Welcome to my head.

I, the grownup traveler.

While most people take their spending habits or career goals or even clothing choices into perspective, I think about how much my travel preferences have evolved from, say, when I was 25.

It was nearly 7 in the morning when my plane landed in Amsterdam’s Schiphol airport. Looking out the window, however, you wouldn’t have known it. The sky was completely pitch black, and I found myself wondering if I somehow got the time wrong.

Paris.

How do I even begin to write about Paris?

Mediocre.

What did you do as you watched your life spiral down into mediocrity?

non sum qualis eram

"I am not what I once was."

Once upon a time, there was a single girl who did crazy things, picked crazy men, and fell butt-crazy in love every fortnight.

I've missed that girl. She had spirit.