• Lifestyle,  Travel

    I’m moving to Madrid!

    When I visited Spain two years ago, I was captivated by it. It felt natural, it felt comfortable, it felt like home to me. I had never experienced this feeling while traveling before, and no matter how much I’ve loved a destination, I haven’t felt it since. I feel like some part of me knew that I’d end up back in Spain, I mean, just look at that cryptic-ass caption I wrote on the photo above—“Until we meet again…”—with a target emoji and everything?! It’s like my soul knew then that Madrid was the bullseye. But why would I give up my entire life in Southern California, which is basically…

  • Lifestyle

    The Artist’s Stroll

    There’s a time of night between sleep and consciousness when my brain runs wild. It’s a time where it feels like the world around me is wholly asleep, and it feels like I am the only waking person on this earth. It’s as if no one has ever even seen this time of day before but me.  For me, this time is somewhere between 4 and 6 a.m. It’s too early to get up and start my day, but not enough time to close my eyes again and get some meaningful sleep. I’m not exactly awake yet, because I’m completely aware of my real environment, but I’m not exactly asleep,…

  • Lifestyle

    Here We Go

    Well, here it is. The summation of months, no, years, maybe--of stopping, starting, starting over, forgetting, refreshing, and starting over again. This is maybe the, I don't know, eighth rendition of my "blog" the world has seen. It's never been quite right before, but now it is. And again, here it is! They say starting is the hardest part, so let's never start this again.