Posted inEurotrip 2025
How we drove into it (part 11)
Between period pain, turquoise water, and Roman stone, Pula reminded me that home is less a place than shared love.
Posted inStream of Waffleness
Finding peace where sadness sits
Everything around me feels half-broken, half-becoming, but for once I’m not collapsing with it—I’m learning to sit beside the chaos.
Posted inStream of Waffleness
He’s moving, I’m floating
Watching Sal rebuild after grief made my stalled life feel louder; sometimes other people’s courage exposes the excuses we decorate.
Posted inStream of Waffleness
An end is not an end (nor a beginning)
Life isn’t a sequence of endings and beginnings, but one continuation where pain, love, change, and courage keep mutating forward.