A Blessed Life

Months ago I bought a ticket to London with my school refund money….the fact is, traveling is education in itself. Id rather work to pay my rent and other things in order to have this….these two weeks abroad with my best friend. Among many other reasons I am blessed.

I’ve been here for about five days now…seen Big Ben, the London Eye, witnessed Jackie meet her favorite rapper G-Eazy, went to Buckingham Palace….only to name a few. There’s still all of tomorrow to explore London some more.

On Tuesday we leave for Paris….I can’t believe it…for two nights we’ll be couchsurfing with my friend Marion….a French girl I once couchsurfed with in Dallas. I remember her telling me that she would host me someday in Paris and it’s really happening!

I’m not quite sure what else I want to say. It’s not much fun to type on a kindle and nor can I upload any photos to share….but as I said to you and myself, I would be here to write in London. The point is, I’m extremely grateful to be here and sharing the experience with my best friend and all the new people I have gotten to meet here.

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Back again

It’s easy understand what has kept me from writing again. Looking at this blog, you may think, “What writing is she talking about?” Well, I used to run my own travel and video blog. Check out my old works here. It was created when I was a traveling artist, driving a Ford Escape around the country, stopping briefly at “home” only to head to Asia after a moment with my Mom and friends. After I was in Asia, I did a brief tour in the North East with the goal of landing in Philadelphia for a permanent stay. That’s exactly what kept me from writing after traveling, well, kinda. If you want to know more, keep reading.

Since I’ve moved here, I’ve lived with a family whom had domestic issues, a non-biological older sister, and three crazy artists (whom I still live with and love). I’ve busked, gogo-ed, performed, and taught, although the majority of jobs I’ve held have made my soul ache. Oh yeah, and I went back to school. Clearly, this is why I believe I stopped writing. In all of that time reading and writing for school, I was never reading and writing for myself (at least not on a personal level). So here I am now, one degree hotter, attempting to write for the love and pain of sharing myself with the world. Please don’t mind the rigid wording, it’s what research papers to do you.

Be back next week and reporting from London.