Letting go. Two words depicting one of the hardest things you'll ever have to do. Letting go sucks. Usually, it hurts a lot and most of the time its because whatever or whoever it is that you have to let go of mattered to you. You cared a little too much and suddenly you're not allowed to care at all. And it sucks. It's that feeling of loss that gets me the most. It's like one day everything changes and there you are, looking at the mess around you and wondering how the hell

There I am, making a mountain of clothes, throwing them from my closet onto my bed, stacking them up into a haphazard pile, boxes half-full on the floor. And it hits me. I'm leaving. Again. I like to think that "home" is just a word to describe a place that fills your heart. Of course we have our "home" with the classic denotation of the word, which is where we grew up - our childhood abode. The place we first rode our bike down the cul-de-sac with no training wheels. The nei

Lately, my heart's been longing for my little Swiss haven. That beautiful, cheese-filled land that I was lucky enough to call my home for the past year of my life. That little city on the lake provided me with so much and challenged me with even more. It forced me to look deep into my heart and figure out who I was and who I wanted to be. It stripped away so much of what I thought I knew and replaced it with that which I never would have dreamed of. It's only now as I reflect

What does it mean to truly be happy? This may seem like a silly question, but if you really think about it, it becomes quite clear that happiness must be objective. Happiness to one may be different than happiness to another. I've realized that outlook and perception have more to do with happiness than the situation itself. I believe its okay to grieve, and its okay to feel sad. That's normal. But its the picking yourself up and the grasping on to whatever it is that puts the