On a cold Chicago day in February 2017, my best friend and partner of four years, John, died at the age of 25, knocking everything I knew flat on its back.

This blog is my self-medication, my cheap therapy, my search for a semblance of an answer key amidst the unknown. It’ll tell stories of my hard days and my good days, my failures and my triumphs, my aches and my breaks, my encounters with grief, love, travel, people, music, books. It’ll tell you about a life I didn’t ask for, a life I don’t totally know how to live some days, but a life I hope to live well. Thank you for giving me the chance to tell you about it.

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