Month: August 2015

5 min readDating George Monday came (July 20th). My flight got in at around eight in the morning and a friend from the wedding hooked me up with a ride home. I can’t sleep well on airplanes for some reason so I was probably only asleep for two of the entire eight-hour journey. I am not to…

4 min readThere is a cliché heard many times over that goes like this: When a door closes, a window usually opens. Or something like that. I cannot be bothered to google the exact proverb. A window has opened for me right after Montreal but as of this writing, that window may as well have been shut…

4 min readLest I forget and want to be reminded. Summer of 2015 is by far the most eventful and most unforgettable of all summers I have had. It begins in July, on a weekend trip to Montreal that I decided to book a month earlier than I initially planned because you know, love. Or so I…