Scattered— well, I suppose the more appropriate term is ‘sprawled’—across my bed is my kiteboard bag. A lone rash guard peeks out from a pocket. There’s a suitcase by the wall, one
Last night, checking into the hotel in El Paso, there was no sense of relief, the thankfulness that I used to feel when I was on trips in Hawaii, where overnights were my escape from Crash Pad Life. Landing
Emily had begged to go speed dating. I said there just wasn’t time, which seems a little oxymoron-ish considering speed dating’s whole concept revolves around quick assessments, and rejections,
Today, I caught myself smiling as I looked at Real Simple. The colorful magazine spread was telling me how I should decorate. Decorate a house. Yeah. True story. This girl, excited about nesting?