It's Thursday night in Philadelphia, and I can't sleep. I move to New York tomorrow. I'm a bundle of nerves, wound tightly to the point of bursting: into tears, into a fit of anxiety.
I moved to Nice, to Melbourne without knowing a soul. I...
As soon as I said I was moving to New York, my friends and family seemed to breathe a giant sigh of relief. Right, she’s finally settling down. Maybe it’s across the country, but it’s in the country. Good, it’s time for you to get a real job.
At...
Note: I wrote this in early February, but haven't had the guts to post it until now.
I suppose it started years ago. In the wee hours of the morning on my first day of my senior year of university—my first last day, as I cheekily updated my...
I always seem to be going on “my last big trip.” Nice was supposed to be six months of French and fun. Australia was a chance for international work experience. And then, well, Southeast Asia was so close and cheap that I couldn’t pass it up. My...
I don't remember a word of what was said at my college graduation. I had been at the bar drinking Bloody Mary's since 6 a.m., was force-feeding water to my friend passed out on my shoulder, the sun was blazing and I just wanted President Zingg to...