While drowning in boxes, I'm contemplating the definition of home.
moving
moving
I decided to finally start listening to my own heart or head or whatever. And it's telling me, "California."
cleaning
I can't tote clutter to paradise.
moving
For some reason, it seems that everyone thinks that everything I say is intelligent and funny.
life
When I think back to every major decision I’ve made as an adult up until now, they can all be characterized by the same internal thought process: AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
moving
My husband is all about carefully wrapping and boxing things, and I'm prone to throwing stuff in the back of the car, unboxed and unlabeled, and then being heartbroken when something breaks.
dating
Don’t I deserve a little time to be single and unafraid and strong and independent and all those other things Kelly Clarkson sings about?
giving stuff away
Way more fun than a colonic, a giveaway party is a great way to cleanse.
awesome places to live
New York City is more expensive than it's worth. But where else should I go?
apartments
Finally moving out at 22 is awesome, but it's kinda lonely too.
egypt
The first place that offered me a full-time job in journalism came with a salary of around $900 a month and was located in Cairo. And that's how I got my start.
cities
Do you like being a big fish in a small pond or do you say "fuck ponds?"
existential crisis
About once a week, I go through a complete existential panic about where I am living.
mother
Frances is the best kind of mystery, one who reveals her secrets sparingly. I think I have her down and then boom! She marries a gay African guy so he can get a green card.
bali
Should I compromise one more time?
