In November 2019, I took a solo five-day trip to London. On my final day, I found myself wandering through the sculpture galleries of the Victoria & Albert Museum in Kensington. There were so many beautiful interpretations of humanity posed and put on pedestals, but one in particular caught my eye. It was simply beautiful and so quiet in the echo-filled hall. I’m that person who likes to stare at art for inordinate amounts of time and I took all the time in the world to look at this terracotta masterpiece.
Read MoreWhen I was 20, I lived on a tiny island in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea without a cell phone and with very spotty WiFi. I was too tall, too pale, and too organized to be allowed, yet there I was and there I unexpectedly thrived.
Read MoreIt was a slow, gloomy morning in South Kensington—my last day in London and the first morning I woke up looking to intentionally ease into my day. My daily museum was a 15 minute walk away but I had awoken so unusually early that it wasn’t open yet. Unfortunately, it seemed I had too much time to kill and absolutely no plan. Some people would say that’s good for me. I would of course say otherwise.
Read MoreI’m so excited to share this piece I wrote for Northerly Quarterly about my experience with Lodged Out last winter! Aside from my essay, the issue also includes several of my photos from the trip.
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