I went on a solo adventure to close out 2018 and open 2019. Pictures can be seen on my instagram here and while I could write pages about the experience, I’ll just leave the words I wrote for when I came back to L.A and had a moment to look back:
“Paris. January 2019.
I love to take pictures. And I love to write. So if it’s okay with you (not that it matters it’s my social media, bitches) but I would like to say a couple words… I’m back in LA and slowly the pieces of myself are coming back together. You see, I left some of my laughter in Belgium, some of my awe in Potsdam, a bit of spirit in Switzerland, some curiosity in Germany, and a little piece of heart in France. When you travel you allow yourself to connect with these foreign cities. Strangers in a new land. You get drunk off the glowing lights and high on the voices of languages you don’t understand. And you simply connect. Little smiles. Glances. Thank you’s exchanged. These moments eclipsed in time that forever live on in your memory. A place you once were. A feeling you once had. If only for a brief moment, a page in your book of life was written in the ink of true adventure. And so I write and photograph, and it gives me peace knowing a part of me can forever hold onto these fading swells from a time that was nothing short of amazing. It was real. It happened. And I am so grateful. With that, I say, be kind. And adventure often. ❤️🌍”