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Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
The doors of Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Parque de El Retiro 
Parque de El Retiro 
ethereal heron 
Cima Tosa at Lake Molveno Italy 
One of the many waterfalls at Monasterio de Piedra, Spain
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I think it was a month ago exactly that I said I wanted to continue writing my blog as an outlet and something I wanted to stick to. One month later, I obviously didn’t. I could say it’s frustrating that I can’t follow through with anything, but like dealing with someone who’s burned you a
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It’s been 4 months since I left to go to Spain. It’s hard to believe time flew that quickly. I’m reminded constantly of time by looking at my daughter; the changes are imperceptible daily but how much they accumulate over time til you realize you have a completely different person standing in front of you.
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I answered one of those daily prompts about something that I needed to do but hadn’t. I railed and whined about how my health was in a bit of a bad spot and that the great American way of have health insurance or go fuck yourself, was not working well for me. I knew I
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It’s a new month. The possibilities are endless of what I could excitedly commit myself to accomplishing that I may or may not follow through with. Every month to me is like a New Year’s resolution list in which I choose lofty goals to achieve and then I promptly don’t when met with the slightest
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I can’t say I have ever been a happy person. I think by the age of 12 I was just generally severely unhappy and isolated. I didn’t fit in well with other kids. I was awkward and went off on weird tangents about weird topics no one cared about. I was insufferably lonely; something that
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Ah the witching hour. Midnight again. The time when normal people are winding down from a productive day. As we have seen, I am not in that group. the moments before midnight for me, are spent frantically trying to turn in all the homework that I had a week or more to complete, realizing I
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It’s the end of another day in my household, one that seems to play out all too familiarly. I start my morning with a semblance of a routine that I have cobbled together; a leftover from Europe I suppose. I wash my face, make myself a thermos of tea (this week I am stuck on
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I started writing for the Global Gator while I was abroad. I thought it would be a great way for me to collect my thoughts and to show others of a millennial age that you too, can take out massive amounts of debt, shirk your responsibilities, and pretend to be a young person abroad. I
Ghosts in The Attic 