London Bridge is falling down, falling down…
London, like 2018, is complex for me.
Two years ago, I came to London on a 3 day trip with my once-friend. It was a rich cultural excursion filled with lots of fun activities and sites, but it was also a lesson. I lost someone whom I once considered close and started doubting myself on that trip.
2018 was similar in that sense. It was an emotionally turbulent year, but filled with unique, unparalleled experiences. I did not doubt my choices – on the contrary, I built my confidence in them back up – but I started doubting other things. Dreams. Identity. Relationships.
It’s now 2019 and I am starting off the year in London.
Continue reading “Rebuilding London Bridge”
This was a creative nonfiction piece I wrote first year of college. It’s about homesickness and searching for a place of belonging, a theme still relevant to me today. It describes the narrator’s journey throughout the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum in Boston, MA.
Sunlight dangled from the ceiling windows. The air smelled of earth and dust, and the voices of onlookers echoed through the room. I placed my hands on the stone parapet and leaned forward. Was this what they called a home?
Continue reading ““Heureux qui, comme Ulysse…””
A brief creative nonfiction on perfectionism that I wrote last year for an assignment. This was later published in our first ever edition of the high school literary magazine. Continue reading “Sonata Pathetique”