The Mosaic of Moving Homes

There is something about walking alone through the streets of old cities — an odd sense of comforting familiarity that comes from the realization that the street holds stories of millions before me. They’ve seen heartbreak and celebration, prejudice and protest, and have had many footprints etched into them over time. New memories, like aContinue reading “The Mosaic of Moving Homes”

The Mundanity of Time

This post is a little unconventional for me, and also wildly terrifying because of how personal it is — I promised myself that this space would not just be for the bright moments, but also the dull, gray ones so here it is: a little peek into the more shadowed parts of my soul. Also, I tried something new and if you scroll to the bottom, you can listen to me narrate it!

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