The month of new beginnings.

Or better: the month of newness and beginnings, since most beginnings are new anyway. This newness is special. You can just tell. So all of a sudden it’s September. And not just September but now. It was kind of … dark-ish when I climbed out of bed at six...

Bolivia.

I am thirty three years old and have not once seriously considered moving to Bolivia. It’s weird, because normally I wouldn’t even mention that. But here we are. Most women do end up moving to Bolivia. And by my age, you’re pretty much expected to...
The Fluent Self