Resurrection. A piece inspired by NYC. Up until recently, I feared that New York was a step backwards. As if since I had been here before, I was reverting back in my life, instead of moving forward. The thing I realized is, these thoughts were just irrational fear and unchecked ego. Cut to a couple of months ago, as I was hunting the concrete jungle in search of my new home, I was repeatedly questioned on the motive for my move. "You're moving here!? To New. York. City. From

Spin. A piece inspired by it all. Do you remember when you played this game as a kid - you'd take a globe and spin it really fast, and then screech it to a halt with the tip of your finger? Ooh, where did you land this time? What storied city in Europe? What exotic country in Asia? What faraway land in Africa? Do you still play that game now? Maybe on your iPhone, or Google maps? What are we looking for when we spin the globe? An escape; a change? What happens when we land so

Stripped. A piece inspired by Stockholm. When you travel alone, you're stripped of everything familiar -- familiar faces, languages, currencies, and surroundings. In the solitude this sort of travel provides, you learn two important lessons -- who you are and if you like who you are. On my recent trip to Stockholm, I found myself standing at the threshold of a park, hesitant to enter. I knew there was no gate to open, so why not just walk in? I was struck by this hesitation b

Letter. A piece inspired by an alchemist. A letter to my future self. She'll appreciate nostalgia more than experience. "When you possess great treasures within you, and you try to tell others of them, seldom are you believed." - Paulo Coelho It is not up to others to see or understand your treasures within. It is your individual responsibility to explore, harness and perpetuate those treasures - and your ability to do so will become an invaluable gift. Don't stifle the thoug

A journal inspired by Europe. A piece inspired by Edinburgh. In getting to know new cities, like getting to know new people, I am intently interested to see the hidden layer beneath the surface. Don't show me your touristy shops with plastic goods; your fake facade hiding realness and depth. I want to get lost on the streets behind the fanfare. That's where the history is. Tell me the stories that happened behind the walls of these old buildings. Who lived here? Who died here