New York, I love you.

It’s funny, I never had a lack of things to blog about in Ghana—everything was so different from what I had known and I knew most of my readers (hi Mom!) didn’t know much about West Africa. While NYC is definitely different from the suburbs of my youth, it feels “normal” here, and I have … Continue reading

New York I love you, but you’re bringing me down.

I’ve been in love with New York for a long time. I don’t know why or when it started, and it turns out this is a love affair that may just tear me apart. I’m at a point in my life where I can do, go, be wherever, whatever, whenever. I find myself suddenly identifying … Continue reading