On Being Home

I went to Europe for a few days, to be discussed in an upcoming blog post

I took a very original picture in London, because I am creative like that.

Q: "SO AMOR, WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING SINCE YOU'VE BEEN BACK?"

A: Short answer: drinking way too much coffee, reading, writing, trying to leave the US, and pretending like I have it together. Long answer: Being in California doesn't feel right anymore. I don't know when it will again. I have been home for a few months. And while I've been home, I have mostly been writing, applying for work abroad or across the country. I've completely thrown myself into this blog and other freelance ventures. And writing is the most affordable way to travel, other than reading. But the last few months, I have been constantly been dreaming up other places, hungry to leave again. I know I will eventually. And when I do, I will miss home. Below is an homage of the past few months since I've been home: going to spoken word events, staying up until the sun rises, editing like a mad woman and listening to Alexander Hamilton every single day. 

I voted. And I made this obnoxious face. And Donald Trump won. Two of these things should not have happened.

I took a picture of the story I've been writing. It cost me $40 to print all of this. And then I slashed half of it and rewrote most of the chapters.

I ate too many burritos. When in California, duh.