I did something this morning that I have been telling myself I wanted to do for nearly my entire life.
I finished writing a story. Not just any story, but a full-length novel. 92 thousand words. 25 chapters. It has a beginning, a middle and an end. (In that order and everything). Continue reading I did a thing!
Even though I know that we each make our own happiness, I have still been searching for a place that feels like home. It was one of the things I was hoping to find when I came to Ecuador; I had this dream of walking into a valley or stepping onto the beach and suddenly, miraculously, feeling like I belonged. Continue reading Home is…
