I’m not ready to leave Italy!! Why not just extend? But I should return to “real life” right? No more Life’s Waiting Room. I really appreciate the start or finish of things. In 2018, when I thought I was moving from London, that last night walking alone across the Millenium Bridge I was in tears.......

After nearly a month of travel around Italy, a month of being IN MY FORTIES (omg!), I was rounding the bend of an unexpectedly whirlwind and adventurous summer. With my physical location drifting northwards towards Germany, I was facing down reality. Future life, for now, lied in Berlin. And, my excuses for taking breaks from......

After the hourlong drive from Trieste, I parked the car, hurriedly paid the meter, and casually-coolly-quickly-sauntered to the beach promenade. Stepping onto the sidewalk, I looked down to my phone to re-check where to meet him. Glancing back up, suddenly I was taken aback. It was one of the loveliest beaches I had seen in......

Norman is sweet. One of the kindest, most empathetic people I’ve ever met. Norman is cute. Taller than me. Norman doesn’t think I should lose any weight, and in fact has come out verbally against it. Norman goes out of his way to help people. Norman has gone out of his way to help me,......