Before now, it wasn’t my lifelong dream to become a journalist. As a kid, I didn’t stay up past my bedtime to watch the newscast at night. I never read newspapers. I didn’t care for current events. I didn’t even know what a lede was until my freshman year of college.
I’ve always been a curious person who is obsessed with knowing stories and having knowledge on really anything—from practical information to meaningless trivia.
Books have always been my escape from reality. For me, they were always the cheapest form of travel and a valuable form of education.
Sometimes I wonder whether I was born in the wrong era. I am inspired to write poetry on my Royal–Standard typewriter. I have a rotary telephone plugged into the wall and antique trunk luggage with vintage travel stickers stacked around my bedroom.
The thought of traveling has always fascinated me. I crave the feeling of adventure and adrenaline that comes with getting on a plane, the nerves of stepping into a new territory, the anxiety of trying to communicate in a different language, but especially that combination of being terrified of what you got yourself into and […]
It started with a hat—one dusty too small rigid little brown bowler with a red feather attached to the side.
There is nothing more I love to do than run. And I do not do it because of the usual reasons—as a stress reliever, health fad or as every sport’s punishment.
When I sit in a waiting room or stand in line, I often observe others. Once this has lost its novelty, I reach into my purse and pull out my preferred form of entertainment. Those around me do the same, and I become acutely aware that I am behind the times. They have tablets and […]