London, I Love You

It’s the last day of my semester in London. Perhaps it’s the gray, rainy weather, but I feel calm at the moment. In the past two weeks an undercurrent of panic has tugged at me. The semester passed at such an exhilarating, breakneck speed, and I’m catching myself on the day of departure, not wanting to … Continue reading →

Home

When I was little, whenever I woke up in the early hours of the morning I padded downstairs to the warm kitchen, my eyes heavy with sleep and my pillow in hand. My parents would be drinking lattes and reading the paper with Garrison Keillor’s lulling murmur on the radio. My mom would make me … Continue reading →