London and Me

Me in my not-so-natural-but-still-nice habitat which was taken by Holly Groggily and sleepy, we got up early to get ready for our day-out in London. My friend Holly and I ate our breakfast and went off for our day of market-hunting and London-exploring. London is such a strange, dear, manic, and yet safe place for me. London and I, we have a complicated relationship.  I hated living … Continue reading London and Me

Being the New Girl

“I don’t understand why we go to a church forty-five minutes away,” I say, gripping the steering wheel as I practice my driving. Dad leans back in his seat.  “What’s the problem with that?” “It takes us out of the community.” “Fine, okay, I’ll tell you what,” he says.  “You can pick a local church and I’ll take you there.” “No.  Never mind.” “Why not?” … Continue reading Being the New Girl