I've been waking before 7 am. The birds sing through the open bathroom window, the fresh morning air tumbles in. I look forward to each...

Sunday The day started with a flapping shoe: the only shoes Austin brought to Paris--a vintage pair of fur-lined boots from my Opa--were...

Friday Austin and I arrived in Paris on a Friday afternoon and hopped on a mostly empty coach bus to take us to our train station. The...

I've been holding off on writing until a cloudy day, because I know we're owed many weeks and months' worth of bottomless grey, and...

In Berlin my last two weeks, I showed Austin the midnight trains, the potato place, the Spandau gym, the apartment that plagued me with...

The church bells I'll remember the most, the way they ring and ring in the morning and not on-beat, like you can really imagine someone...

The first full day of Munich, I'm writing now in short sentences just so I can get something down before all the weeks pass and months...

On Saturday morning, I recycled empty plastic bottles at Havelpark that I’d been collecting for weeks. They vibrated in Oma’s basket on...

I have that kind of soul and body and mind restlessness where I keep erasing this first sentence because I want to start with a bang, to...

I'm at the bus stop Waiting for five after nine For gym and best friend (Sara's getting me to think in haikus.) On Wednesday I visited...

le week-end passé And here again, so many days have passed. I’m standing outside on the train platform in the heavenly sun, wearing just...

I feel like it's been so long since I've blogged that I don't even know what to say, how to write, how to think. But it's only been a...

On Friday night I sat for twenty minutes on what felt like a brand new, well-lit SBahn, texting Austin about all the faces and the...

On Thursday l got a facial at a wonderful spa in the bustling Mitte district. I left an hour and a half early for the appointment and...

I spent Sunday at Oma's house, passing the time from one AirBnB to the next. For one of the first times since being here, her apartment...

It's gray and drizzly and I hear the street, the tires catching the rain. The tree branches are full of big water droplets that don't...

The insomnia at this gorgeous AirBnB has been brutal, the piercing rush of traffic that cuts through the white noise on my phone, that...

I took two melatonins last night and still woke up several times to the sound of traffic right outside my window, if I even slept at all....

I googled a bunch of Berlin clubs Sunday morning and felt entirely overwhelmed. I used "cleaning my apartment" as an excuse to not leave...

I've been jamming to 90s Love Songs on Apple Music because this is the best channel ever: Backstreet Boys, Alanis Morissette, Goo Goo...