On getting lost and ice cream

I’m trying to stay positive. I am positive. I am. Really. It’s just a little overwhelming. I’m in a new place. I don’t know a soul – if we don’t count Mr Wallace. (I don’t count Mr Wallace!) The only other contacts I’ve had are with the guy who runs the Korean Deli across the street and some random via Instagram. Something to do with my dad’s old publishing company. I finally started to tick stuff off my bucket list. … Continue reading On getting lost and ice cream