A massive box the size of a refrigerator got delivered to your door and you’re six years old. The next thing you know you’re drawing all over it with washable markers, cutting out holes with those mini scissors, and making believe it’s a rocket. These kids aren’t worrying about paying bills or the aches in […]
The alarm clock rings. Its flashing red illumination makes me think I am being pulled over by the dream police. My body jerks up from the bed like a corpse in an old John Carpenter horror film. I think for a minute why such an obnoxious and sonorous noise has awoken me on this February morning….oh yea, I have to go to my internship in New York City.
Hans Christian Andersen once said, “To travel is to live” and before I spent a semester living and taking classes in London, England in the Fall of 2014, I hadn’t understood the truth behind his words.
