Going back to a book is like returning to the cities we believe to be our own, but which, in reality, we've forgotten and been forgotten by.
It's not as if our lives are divided simply into light and dark. There's shadowy middle ground.
This year has been quite a whirlwind, honestly. I went to three different continents! (For some that's nothing, but it's a lot for me!) I do sort of wish I had spent more time exploring Spain, because I was living there and there are sooo many "must-sees" that I never went to. I also wish …
You know THAT foreigner. The one you don't want to be, right? Getting real honest with myself about who I want to be versus who I am.