take me back to the start
Born and raised on Cape Cod, from the age of four I have split my time between there and Southwest Florida.
New England, and more specifically Massachusetts is my home; anywhere else is just temporary (exceptforVienna)
disclaimer: unless otherwise stated none of the pictures are mine.
I reserve the right to shamelessly post and reblog pictures of Vienna.
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I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art.
It is always sad to leave a place to which one knows one will never return. Such are the mélancolies du voyage: perhaps they are one of the most enriching things about traveling.
You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, “I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.” You must do the thing you think you cannot do.