Butterflies and Hurricanes

They were sitting there, perched precariously, tipping ever so lightly on the tips of her fingers. There was electricity pulsating through her nerves, as if her heart was bursting to pour itself out on the keyboard. Words flew, like tiny wisps of cotton candy dandelions flying through the summer breeze.…

It’s been 3 years since then, but the excitement is still so fresh in my mind. About 180 strangers sat together in a massive auditorium, most of us with our respective parents, and waited with an effervescent enthusiasm for our new life to begin. It was hard to contain our…

It has been 9 years. She can still hear her voice when she reads her letters. It has been 9 days. She can still hear his laughter through his photographs. It is cruel what memories can do to you.

There is no such thing as a perfect trip. People post their best photos and use a million hashtags to tell you how awesome and ‘supa fun’ their trip was, but they don’t tell you about the bad decisions, the bad meals, the drivers who dupe you and the weariness…