a letter to my person

I miss you. Or as the French say it, you are missing from me. You have been the most constant person in my life, I don't remember a part of it where you are not present. You're always there, sharing the clothes, bedroom, mattress. The person I can have spontaneous conversations with anytime, anywhere. The … Continue reading a letter to my person


Why I Left My Comfort Zone For The Desert

My pink and white suitcase sits quietly in a corner under the stairs, a looming reminder of the things to come. I'm leaving next week. If all go as planned, I'll probably build a life there, not permanently, but it all depends on His Majesty. What's for sure is I'll be away for months. I … Continue reading Why I Left My Comfort Zone For The Desert