I like to wear a lot of hats, both figuratively and literally. More often than not, I'm spotted in my Indiana Jones-inspired fedora, or rocking a fisherman-type cap. I've lost one hat to the sea before, in Budapest, on my 22nd birthday. That hat saw many adventures and I mourned its loss for days. But I've come to realize that the memories made while wearing it, the photos taken in it, and the (badass) feeling it bestowed on me are everlasting. Here is a collection of memories, projects, places afar, love stories, and musings (probably written while wearing a hat).
Flipping through one of my travel journals, I found this from a few years ago: I once read that Ernest Hemingway was dared to write a story in 6 words. He did it. For sale: Baby shoes. Never worn. I wasn’t dared to write an elliptical tragedy, but I couldn’t stop it from writing itself. […]