Saying Goodbye.

It’s a complicated thing, choosing to say goodbye when things still feel good. It’s that act of intentionally choosing rather than reacting that empowers us to take the reigns and chart a new adventure. One that is exciting and scary and filled with unstoppable momentum. Yet in that same fateful decision, you also choose to welcome grief. The sadness of letting go and the acknowledgement that what has been will no longer be.

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London in the Fall.

On that solo London trip last November, I was walking back to my hotel from dinner and found myself down one of those strange streets that feels like a walkway, lined with doors with little more than a small step separating them from the rest of the world. Coming from an American city, this has always kind of freaked me out but they are ridiculously charming.

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Remember travel?

In November 2019, I took a solo five-day trip to London. On my final day, I found myself wandering through the sculpture galleries of the Victoria & Albert Museum in Kensington. There were so many beautiful interpretations of humanity posed and put on pedestals, but one in particular caught my eye. It was simply beautiful and so quiet in the echo-filled hall. I’m that person who likes to stare at art for inordinate amounts of time and I took all the time in the world to look at this terracotta masterpiece.

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Collaging Journals.

When I was in high school, I was obsessed with collaging. I had Mod Podge-covered binders and notebooks coated with packing tape. My closet was filled with the product of dozens of ink cartridges and teen magazines, and my walls and lockers were collaged shrines to pop stars and movies like Pirates of the Caribbean and Lord of the Rings.

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Breakfast in South Kensington.

It was a slow, gloomy morning in South Kensington—my last day in London and the first morning I woke up looking to intentionally ease into my day. My daily museum was a 15 minute walk away but I had awoken so unusually early that it wasn’t open yet. Unfortunately, it seemed I had too much time to kill and absolutely no plan. Some people would say that’s good for me. I would of course say otherwise.

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George Floyd.

George Floyd. Know his name and his face. Then, white friends, dig deep inside yourself and question why it is we stand behind institutions that continue to hurt, why we choose to believe the authorities we put in power rather than the people they oppress, and why this continues to happen even when we say "Black Lives Matter" on Facebook and sometimes cops are fired for murder.

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Why hello there.

I’ve been spending a lot of time with myself and clearly lockdown might be getting to me just a bit.... When this was originally saved, it shuffled all the frames of the GIF. Now it's weirder than ever and it lives in infamy.

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