Get ready, get set, learn.

Let me tell you this much: moving to a new country is tough and there is absolutely nothing easy about this. But I knew that coming into this journey and I am fully unprepared to experience everything thrown at me. While I know I am going to experience a lot of moments that leave me... Continue Reading →

Night at the Vil

My alcohol tolerance is that of a 15-year-old boy getting drunk for the first time on 4 bud light but swearing he's competent enough to talk to his middle school crush.

Just begin.

So, here it is. Or, here I am I guess. I'm not great with words, and I'm not really someone with the best stories. But I have a lot of thoughts, and even though half of them are a mumbo jumbo of words, this is the only way I can think of to sort it... Continue Reading →

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