Snippet of writing from Florence:
I sat out, overlooking the beautiful city of Florence, tucked away in the hills of Tuscany. The sun had begun its long descend into night, the heat of June’s day had begun to subside, and with one cool gust of air, I had a whole new understanding of Frank Sinatra’s “The Summer Wind.” In the distance, I could hear the faint sounds of a dinner party being entertained by a...
Writing from the start of my trip:
“Then I remembered my life in New York: constantly running from place to place, job to job, broken heart to broken heart. New York swallowed me whole within its year and a half of having me in its fists. It turned this small state boy to a workaholic. Consumed by opportunity, running dreams, and empty promises, the amount of coffee stains on my notebook were greater than the hours of sleep I...
About my absence:
With two and a half weeks left of my backpacking trip, I started to realize how much we rely on social media to pass the time. Hardly ever does my generation just relax alone sans a laptop, an iPhone, or blackberry. It’s kind of upsetting. For me, Facebook has become a way to be over personal with hundreds of people at once. How many times a day do we read “going to work in the am,...