quick note to say sleeping on a hardwood floor in an unfurnished apartment was so so worth it to drink rosé with elesheva, who is exactly as funny and bright and cool and all- around wonderful as you would expect

Still, there are times I am bewildered by each mile I have traveled, each meal I have eaten, each person I have known, each room in which I have slept. As ordinary as it all appears, there are times when it is beyond my imagination.

just a quick shoutout to my high school lit mag advisors (english teachers), who, when I submitted a story for our flash fiction contest about a despairing businessman who hangs himself with his tie on a plane filled with sounds of crinkling pretzel bags and “no one notices,” didn’t send me to a psychiatric hospital or alert my parents but instead just awarded me second place instead of first, printed it in the issue, and distributed it schoolwide

When I tell people that Miami reminds me of Venice, they laugh. But this is why — the wild proximity of so much water and sky. The way nature presses so closely and so dangerously against a floating city…
- Elizabeth Gilbert on Instagram

When I tell people that Miami reminds me of Venice, they laugh. But this is why — the wild proximity of so much water and sky. The way nature presses so closely and so dangerously against a floating city…

Elizabeth Gilbert on Instagram

i mean

i mean

(Source: twitter.com)

Never worked harder as a reporter; never learned more. Bye @bostonglobe and all you good people inside.

Never worked harder as a reporter; never learned more. Bye @bostonglobe and all you good people inside.

You see, I want a lot.
Perhaps I want everything:
the darkness that comes with every infinite fall
and the shivering blaze of every step up.

So many live on and want nothing,
and are raised to the rank of prince
by the slippery ease of their light judgments.

But what you love to see are faces
that do work and feel thirst.

You love most of all those who need you
as they need a crowbar or a hoe.

You have not grown old, and it is not too late
to dive into your increasing depths
where life calmly gives out its own secret.

Rainer Maria Rilke / The Book of the Hours

(This via a wonderful profile of Tavi, who, every time I read about her, jolts me out of my lethargy and makes me want to create something.)

There are things I want to say about Boston but I don’t know how to say them yet. 

Here it is in brief: I struggled here but I loved it. I worked hard here and it worked. 

Here’s what’s next: Florida, like last summer. The state can be so ungraceful, so bleached and tangled and wild, but I love it anyway (the Gulf! taco stands! palm trees! tan lines!) and soon it will be my home. I’m going because it’s a good place for news and because there’s a place for me there at a newspaper I love. It hasn’t sunk in that, for once, I will get to live in a place for (at least) a year. I’ll get to make something of a home, with pots and pans, a bookshelf, favorite places in town. I will get to know a place without having to leave.

The next three weeks: Boston -> NYC -> NJ -> DC -> NC -> SC -> Florida.

Writer, reader, journalist. 22.

Into books, burritos, aimless walks and front porches.