(Blog post Home: Part Two) In 2003, internet cafes were a thing. So were calling cards and phone booths – sorry, phone boxes. As a nineteen year-old American living in Edinburgh, reaching home to Colorado involved purchasing a phone card from the newsagents and finding an open telephone box. You know, the red ones everyone […]
Dear 31, Your predecessor haunted me. It followed me for months: 3-0 three oh 30 thirty. It screamed at me from writing homework – reflections and recollections and every single unanswered everything in my real life or fake life or would-be life or could-be life or should-be life or might-be life; it deafened me to […]
Scotland, 2013: I rarely walked down Balcarres Street in the daylight. The number 23 bus took me directly to my Edinburgh flat. The night buses dropped me off on Morningside Road, a main thoroughfare, though still shuttered and empty after nightfall (save a few pubs). The 10 minute walk from Morningside Road was dark and […]
A decade ago, at 21, I thought I knew it all. I read as smug in my recollection of life, as if two decades of breath brought with it the wisdom of the ages. I thought yes, I’d love to live my entire life over again, Nietzche. That’s how happy I am with it. Ha.
How much can a person change in a year?
Infinite possibilities stood before me. I could do anything. Life was amazing. It didn’t matter how a messy life existed back in Moorhead. In that moment, all was clear.
Dear World, These are two photos of my family. We’re just as happy as the photos convey. We often take long autumn walks to rustle in the leaves. We’re about as middle-class as our use of a professional photographer suggests. I’m Alana, the mom, and my hair always looks that good, because I’ve added an extra hour […]