I was on the phone with my parents, who wanted to know why I was so bummed on my birthday. And to my surprise, I did something I wouldn’t usually have done: I told them why. I provided a very honest list of reasons, going into a fair bit of detail, and shared with them [...]
i know this is so cliche to the point of being offensively banal, but
i really don’t enjoy birthdays anymore. i haven’t, for a while now. at least, not my own.
So I’m in the hostel lobby by myself, writing post cards. The Greatest Hits of Sting and the Police is playing over the speakers. I’m alone because my siblings are off ostensibly shopping on this the last day of our travels, but since I accidentally found the birthday cake they inexpertly hid in the room last [...]
I’m in England with my siblings and cousins. It’s going great so far. I brought 8GB’s worth of memory cards for my camera, which now seems like complete overkill. Nobody actually remembered to buy a voltage converter. We ate lunch at an organic soup and sandwich place in St. Pancras Station without realizing the Cornish [...]
