27 years and lessons

Things that appear to be out of place hold so much beauty.

My favorite symbol — not just because of what it looks like, but because of what it means.

Once upon a time, about 2 years ago, I was living in Southeast Asia. I still remember the first moment when I needed to cross a 6-lane highway on foot.

Time is oh so strange. And its strangeness always seems to hit me out of the blue.

It is the middle of June. We lazily hop off the train and stroll hand in hand through the station.

There was a time, not too long ago, when I saw myself as a free spirit. And every so often, the people in my life would voice their agreement.

My calling has been tapping on my insides. Softly, letting me know it is there.