La Mattina Mornings are my favorite smell in Florence. Whiffs of espresso trail me through twisting streets and wake me before I can even taste it. I like to follow sweet aromas into bakeries and entertain small talk with its shopkeepers who smile endearingly as my tongue fumbles over a language still foreign to me. […]Read more "The Magic in the Moments"
I’ve never been much of a picture person. I never think to stop and take photos of myself or my friends, and I rarely even take photos of my surroundings. I get too caught up in the experience that I usually don’t even remember my camera until the opportunity is long gone. Luckily for me, […]Read more "Florence in Photographs"
“It’s called VIAJIYU,” my professor told us as he led us down the cobblestone streets of Florence. “Is that Italian for something or what?” I whispered to one of my friends. She shrugged. My professor liked taking us on little field trips now and then. He wanted us to appreciate everything Italian culture had to […]Read more "How an Italian Shoe Shop Changed My Life"
I spent the past year plagued by dreams that left me feeling restless. They were always about traveling, about planes and taxis and heavy suitcases. Each time, I would be on my way to Italy, the excitement clawing at my stomach as I gathered my belongings and wandered through airports. But each dream, though always […]Read more "Reentering Reality"
When people asked me why I never moved out of the apartment I chose to live in my sophomore year, I tended to give a general answer: I was lazy. I was comfortable. I just didn’t have the time. Moving was a lot of effort when I planned to live in the same town, anyway. […]Read more "On Empty Walls and Barren Floors"
“You always jump when I touch you,” you say, matter-of-fact, as if it’s something I do not realize, as if it is something I have not been conditioned to do. “I don’t understand.” And maybe that’s the problem. I don’t know how to make you. You do not understand because you have never been a […]Read more "My Body is a Foreign Place"
This weekend, I packed a bag, met up with two of my closest friends, and took a road trip down to Wichita. It wasn’t the top destination on my list of places to go, but we figured, why not? We had a few friends we wanted to visit and we didn’t have anything better to […]Read more "Becoming Ten Again"