Would anyone be interested? Would I be inundated with messages from creepy old men? (Sorry, but this is seriously a thing.) Or could it actually… work? Would I actually find someone who was interested in hauling our spandex-clad tushies further and further each week, until we could successfully run what sounds like an impossible distance?
Read MoreI mean, looking at that paragraph, it’s no wonder that many young, unmarried folks aren’t spamming friends and family with their life news, in the typical holiday fashion.
Read MoreThat life will only happen if I push myself, and force shy Emily into those situations where she doesn’t know a soul and doesn’t have the option of standing in the corner engrossed in an IKEA poster.
Read MoreI only wish that I would’ve learned this a few years earlier and expanded my circle in New York. If you’re willing to take my word for it, please know that putting in a little extra effort…
Read MoreI guess, at the end of the day, my soul felt a sort of clarity in Portugal that I’ve only ever felt at “home.” And to me, that feeling bore enough weight to take a chance on moving, without the security of any sort of plan.
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