For me, the only way to describe Norway is “a fairytale”, because that’s exactly how it feels. Though Oslo reminded me of other European cities, as soon as we left for our next destinations, it no longer felt like we on the same planet anymore — it felt like we had entered an alternate universe where mythical beings exist and everything of the imagination is tangible, real.
I always struggle to come to terms with endings, even when they’re welcome. I don’t think anyone would argue that 2016 was a perfect year. When we look back, we will remember Turkey and Nice and Syria. We will remember Brexit and the U.S. election that cultivated tension all across the country. We will remember […]Read more "Measuring a Year"
Ever since I was a kid, I wanted to visit DC. I couldn’t really tell you why — as a bright-eyed eight-year-old, I didn’t really care for politics. Once I wrote a letter to President Bush when he was in office. I received an automated reply in the mail and immediately became jaded. The president […]Read more "A Weekend in Washington DC"
I’ll start by saying I’m not a minimalist. Like many people, I am plagued by an addiction that causes me to crave new dresses and add to my growing collection of lipstick colors, a carnal desire I sometimes give in to but have otherwise trained myself to ignore, if only because of my very empty wallet. […]Read more "Becoming an Accidental Minimalist"
Perhaps the most striking part of my move to Pennsylvania was the realization that it is not always sunny in Philadelphia. As I took the train from the airport, I watched the dark clouds roll over the city and felt like someone who was left out of an inside joke. I reminded myself that every […]Read more "It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia"
I like to joke that I grew up in the whitest part of America, though sometimes even I’m unsure of how much truth lies in my own words. I once met someone from Chicago who laughed when I told her where I was from. “Do you guys even know what diversity is there?” Then, with a […]Read more "Growing Up in White America"
My favorite thing about photographs is that they let you revisit a moment, a thought, a feeling. My least favorite thing about photographs is that you can never truly relive those snapshot seconds they capture, but they make you want to try to anyway. When I got back from Italy, I uploaded all my photographs onto […]Read more "Florence in Photographs (II)"