today’s listenings:
ray lamontagne {artist}
gossip in the grain {album}

with slightly more than a handful of days left in america, i feel myself looking a little closer and for a little longer at the wonderful parts of the life that i’ve built / maintained here in my hometown. it’s certainly not a bad life, or even a dull one for that matter.

however, my addictions are foreign languages and brief yet significant human encounters {easily found in hostels and couchsurfing events}. quite simply, i am the best version of myself when catching a train in turin, scouring the abandoned, war-torn buildings of budapest, and salsa dancing with strangers in london. for me the most uplifting and tragic by-products of traveling alone are one and the same. the alone-liness of it all saturates me with the kind of bravery and fearlessness i often only read about in books, and likewise leaves me with the impossible task of comprehensively describing my experiences to anyone who was not a part of my travels . . . everyone.

{my defining moments have not been so easy to define after all.}

for now, i’ll be taking my time with the goodbyes, acknowledging first the aesthetic details of everything i know home to be. i certainly won’t have the strength to hug any loved ones goodbye without a prior letting go of the tiniest facets of my current perspective.

::here are a few of those tiny facets::
taken today. while the sun was still rising.