take me home

I'm often flabbergasted that I somehow ended up in Sweden. It happens when I'm walking down the street, waking up in the morning, getting groceries, and showing up to work. How in the world did I choose to live in this place when I've only ever wanted to live somewhere warm, with palm trees, and …

a letter

Dear Dave, The weather's beginning to change. It's not that it's cool out yet, not really, but I can wear jeans and it doesn't bother me. You would be itching to leave here by now. But we would be leaving in three weeks - our grand adventure. Part of me wants to still go through …