As I stuffed my mouth with buttered popcorn, he hit me with that question. “Who are you voting for?” My normal knee-jerk reaction is to laugh awkwardly and change the subject while screaming internally, “It’s none of your damn business!”... Continue Reading →
"I don't really belong to one nationality or country, but to a blend of different cultures."
While in Italy one summer, my dad caused my entire family to be kicked out of a gelato shop. Because he couldn't help but act like a tourist.
Icelandic mom, German father, American daughter. Where's home?
Find your purpose, and chase it.
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