I’m a dreamer. I dream at night, and I dream during the day. My mind is like a sponge that constantly soaks in the sights, smells, and sounds of the world around me. Unasked, it creates stories behind the faces passing me on the street.
Which is why I write. I write to find, if not order, at least beauty in the chaos of my mind. I write to still the voices inside my head, to tune my thoughts into harmonies instead of dissonants.
Just as my mind wonders, my feet wander, too. They’ve taken me to live in three different continents. As a result, I’m a bit of a cultural mash-up. I adapt easily, but I’ll never quite belong to a place you can pint-point on a map. When I’m surrounded by my best friends, my closest family, and my one-and-only lover, that’s when I feel most at home – the best feeling on earth.