In chronological order, here is my year in books...

Traveling is a decision to be open-minded and take in what you don’t know—to be clueless without being ignorant.

Maybe it's a metaphorical kind of lake effect... Chicago was gentler than I expected.

I never want to feel like I’m writing just for the sake of content; I’d rather write nothing than write nothing of substance.

I’ve become far less concerned with having all the answers, and more interested in having the chance to figure it out.

I can’t decide whether I want to paint or write or journal—I just want to create. But it’s like I can’t do it.

We have a choice when it comes down to our surroundings. We can merely look at things from a surface level, be content, and choose to leave

A friend once told me “the first thing you want to be when you grow up is actually what you’re supposed to grow up to be.”

The sun was shining and we had the careless confidence only two Americans could have when the Amalfi Coast is considered a weekend trip.