Although I did grow up in New England, I’ve been a Midwestern girl since the beginning of my college days. I love the Midwest. Forests, lakes, beaches, cornfields – space. So. Much. Space. Brooklyn is nothing like the Midwest. Sometimes it feels like a foreign country. I knew I was starting a new life, but…
It’s hard to believe it’s already been 2 weeks. In some ways, it still feels extremely surreal. I really don’t feel like I actually live here yet, but I keep reminding myself that a lot of that likely has to do with the fact that there are still a lot of details to finalize (like…
I moved to Brooklyn yesterday! It was a little surreal, arriving at a house I’d only seen in pictures, and unpacking the few belongings I brought with me into closets and onto shelves that don’t feel even remotely like mine. I was grateful to find a few amenities, tho – clean sheets on the bed, hangers in the…
Sometimes I miss what Sarah Bessey calls the “happy clappy” days of my faith. I was sixteen when I decided that being a follower of Jesus was going to be something that defined me for the rest of my life, and in some ways the decision is still that simple: “Yes.” But there was an innocence…
One of my favorite memories is the day I discovered feta. I will likely never be able to find this place again, but on a beautiful spring day on the 2nd floor terrace at a restaurant in Tirana, Albania, someone passed me a plate of cheese and urged me to try it. I kid you not,…
