The day starts slow here. We make our way up to kitchen 2- the kitchen reserved for the volunteers, or the voluntary serfs as Ian and I now refer to ourselves. Ian and I met in Valencia no more than 24 hours ago and now find ourselves quickly becoming close friends in the middle of a renovated hamlet an hour into the countryside of Xátiva Spain.
Over the six hours from Nashville to Atlanta, I had to dig pretty deep in the Spotify archives for an escape from the snoring behemoth of a man sprawled next to me. These are a couple of the finds. Enjoy
It’s been more than a year now since I started on what would become the most impactful year of my life. It has come and gone. But at the same time the memories have never left and I don’t think they’re going anywhere anytime soon.
"I could be happy if I died today If I go on living, I will try do same And all of our old quarrels may swing down soon They are calling from the rafters, our clarity a fluke But for now, let's make love with the lights on And I won't wonder where you have … Continue reading Junk Food Chimney
As I was handed the aux chord the other night in a car filled with guys I didn't know too well, I knew the stakes. This is a do or die moment. Make or break. Players make plays.
Anyone who has recently completed those first awkward few weeks on a new campus- or any other place for that matter- has more than likely experienced this series of events at one point or another
Look out- this blog is going places I swear. Hop on board while you still can. Soon enough I'll be charging membership fees.