Nothing ever changes where I’m from. It’s small-town forgotten suburbia where fuck all happens and everything stays the same. No one knows where they’re going…
Fresh off the plane, a trail across the world left on the maps, I walk through the picturesque German town I have chosen as the…
Uncomfortably curled up between two armrests, I hear the pilot announce that in just under seven hours, I’ll be landing back home. The weight of…
I walked hysterically through the departure gates, trying to comprehend how I would spend the next three months away from family on my first long…
Last year, I boarded a departing flight from the USA with a heart four kilograms heavy and with seven lumps in my throat. I’d left…
My fingers are clinging to the kitchen table, trembling and smeared with snot and tears. I can barely stay upright. My ugly, crying face is yelling….
