I just returned from a week long adventure with some babes to Greece! Namely we stayed in Athens and visited a few islands, and this will be brief, but there were some major convenience highlights for me that I think anyone traveling to Athens should know about. I’d like to post again about this trip,… Continue reading Coming and Going in Athens
Tag: travel
Traveling young and unstoppable
It’s booked! My September girls’ getaway is booked and I am anxiously awaiting the day we arrive to our little rented apartment in Athens until reality calls us back. Planning this trip has also made me look back through my other travel experiences and made me realize that this is what I know, this is… Continue reading Traveling young and unstoppable
On the call
the adventure that calls to my bones is in the air i breathe; it calls from no one place but thrills my blood when I inhale, laced into my lungs is the quickened footstep of one out to find it, I am all caught breath and discovery waiting to turn the final corner.
On summer and the waking hours
mornings awake i found myself writing letters in the air, under my breath telling my secrets to the ghosts from last year.waiting for sunlight i’d pass the missing hours,pointing to the ceiling and with my fingerdrawing skylines and inescapable towers. this time last year I was sleeping in Kusadasi,and the year before that it was Venice.Back… Continue reading On summer and the waking hours
On not sleeping
Before the sun rises the loneliness eats me, in a nostalgic, delicious kind of way. I assume it was the jet lag in Sri Lanka that will forever resonate with me, that pre-dawn quiet of knowing absolutely nothing about where you are, what you will do, who you even are.I remember waking up that first… Continue reading On not sleeping
On interrupting
When I was 11 my mother moved us to Jordan for a year, where she enrolled me in private school and allowed my teachers to fail me as long as they also helped me learn to read and write in Arabic. She spent every spare moment trying to enrich my experience in a place I… Continue reading On interrupting
on storybooks
the sanctity of the fairy tales we hold close, lies in the impossibility of those places. I marvel and cherish such a utopia,because its beauty is in that I will never reach it,no one will ever reach it and it will therefore stay perfect forever.everything we touch we tarnish.
on the royal jordanian, new york to amman
the plane lands in fields arid and emptyred in the south, and everywhere dusty, and the dead sea holds its breath, bellows under Pangaea’s plates,welcomes me home again. with every landing my stomach braced,dusty nostalgia revisited,my silly hope misplaced: the fields forget me, and I forget to forgive it,assuming always that my land also sought… Continue reading on the royal jordanian, new york to amman
Jordan calls to my bones In throbs of Bedouin drumbeats, Saying: here your heart is home. Like the muds of the dead sea, I have fermented in my history, And it sits heavily upon me sealing and healing my cuts and scrapes with stinging mystery. In the lights of Amman And the fields of Shatana… Continue reading
on aging
I fear for my memories of the indian ocean, drying and curling at the edges like the yellowed pages of my favorite book. i fear the helpless sag of the skin around my smile,and, with something to lose, i lie awake marinading in terrorover mental atrocities likewhat to do to accept your mother’s mortality,how to… Continue reading on aging
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