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......

Xavier and I have sort of dated before. In LA, Berlin, and London. Sort of. One of my problems is never being quite clear upfront whether something is a date. I mean, I’m almost entirely sure it’s because I’m shy about being vulnerable (that thing I’m working on). And, because I’m afraid of getting stuck......