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Dear korbel, I had a dream about you last night. I dreamt I called my mom in a panic- sobbing hysterically. I wanted to come home- I told her i was tired of being away from you, that I was missing your life- and I didnt want that. In my mind I saw the ocean…
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I’ve thought about starting this blog a hundred times—usually mid-day, in one of those moments where I stop and think: what the fuck did I do? I laugh, because honestly, what else can you do? In those moments I tell myself, I have to write this all down, share this with my community. But when…
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Usually I can sit and write myself out of anything. Out of any sort of confusion or funk. That was before I left my country. I didnt really think it through, I mean i thought i did. But how can you? How can you when you are an american. When you come from the most…
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I hate when people ask me if i plan to stay in Germany. I never planned to come here. I feel like replying “ Do you plan to stay where you are LIVING or not?” Do you plan on your marriage lasting? Do you plan to just keep your every day the way it is…
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Sometimes I wonder if I’m “normal”…too negative? Too..? something. I never questioned myself like this in the states and its not a bad thing. But its a thing. I have tremendous respect for expats. I never wanted to move abroad- I tend to get pretty contentedly immersed in my day to day. I was also…
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Dear korbel Today i saw someone at a restaurant for the second time…just a random person. He looks similar to darcy’s dad…and he makes me sad, so i naturally felt sad seeing him last time and i must have sort of stared, which he must have picked up on because he stared back today when…
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Hindsight is the most beautiful frame and perhaps the singlemost greatest key for me to remain present and I currently live on a different continent than my history, and history is the only road paved to today. Ive never been one to think much about the future which is really hard, living in Germany, a…
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When I was a kid – if I ever was a kid, I wanted to be a writer. A few weeks ago- like 100 years later, I said to myself, well that never would have worked, you are a fucking recluse. An old boyfriend used to call me a fucking recluse and I would always…
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Something I rarely think anymore is “I am so far from home”. I guess what I am doing feels like familiar? Right ? Or some switch in me has flipped, like all of this…this whole era has been so over the top, i no longer think about things in a way I recognize. But I…
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There’s this hallway that has become familiar to me the past few years, anywhere in the world I am, I walk down it a few mornings a month. Tuesday night I went to bed exhausted and decided to set my alarm for 20 minutes later than I needed to to get to language class the…
