Dreams Deferred

I want to live in Europe. Western Europe. Okay, London, to be exact, but let it be known I’d also not turn down Spain, Ireland, Belgium and really anywhere else in the U.K. Writing those words feels vulnerable. In fact, I’ve been trying to avoid doing so. There’s something about writing down this aspiration that…

The Real Million-Dollar Question

“What do you want to be when you grow up? What kind of work do you wanna do? So what’s the post-grad plan?” No matter how people have put it, I’ve always struggled to answer this million-dollar question. The inquiries haven’t stopped as I’ve gotten older either. Instead they’ve simply been rephrased. “Do you think you’ll stay with your…