Moving On

What do I know about moving on? Very little and quite a lot. I am still very much a woman who romanticizes┬áthe sweet smiles and tender kisses of past lovers. At 25 years old, I am barely capable of donating clothes bought for myself 10 years ago to the thrift store (I mean, c’mon, theyContinue reading “Moving On”

Sweet Dreams in Nola

I bought a bed. After spending the month of April sleeping on hostel bunk beds and on a glorified air mattress in the guest room of a semi-retired, semi-crazy woman’s home, I officially moved to a duplex straddling the border line between Treme and MidCity. Although I am relieved to be splitting a home withContinue reading “Sweet Dreams in Nola”