This Will Always Feel Like Home

I have one more day left here in Madrid. Writing that down feels so weird. It feels as if just yesterday I wrote my week-one wrap-up. It just goes to show that time really does fly when you’re having fun. This new place and these new people and experiences have gone by in a blink…

When Writing Reaches Upward

What is writing if it serves no purpose? What good is a blog that neither shifts minds nor molds hearts nor encourages bodies? What is the point of a platform if it creates no lasting effect on its audience? And why spend your life writing things that only enter the reader’s brain for a second…

Dealing With Sorrow 5,000 Miles From Home

Today has been the hardest day in Madrid so far. In the past three days I have experienced so much hurt and sorrow that I just want to be curled up in a ball on my bed at home. My heart hasn’t hurt like this in a long time. I haven’t cried like this in…