boroughs and bus stops

i met a house on a busy street

between bus stops and borough signs

and I made my home in a chaotic rush

and splintered pieces of my heart to leave behind

the home attached to my heartstrings

I have lived in the northwest side of London for over three months now, and I've gotten used to falling asleep to the sound of the train and singing along to the symphony of sirens.

The thing about this home is that it moves as swiftly as the city that surrounds it. These are the moments that have defined home for me for the past three months.

watching the sky for something sweet

I spent most of the break between graduating university and moving to London on top of this parking garage, at the edge of the university and the city that I did not love until I realized that I was leaving.

We sold this gem of a car on the way to the airport. She and I were together for twelve years. I miss her terribly. RIP Belle.

Southern Home

My parents moved to the most Southern city I've seen, and slowly, slowly, I have learned to love it.

pictures of you

I got to meet somebody whose work I'd followed for a while. We met on Tybee Island and took pictures and ate gelato and let the wind tangle our hair. I love moments when art forges friendships.

portions of my love

It's funny, the things that crawl into the corners of your heart.

twilights gone by

We drove out in search of the sun, without a GPS, without a mental map, and ended up with a taste of Georgia magic and a tank full of memories.