my thoughts on whatever comes to me--including cravings for iyan and egusi soup--as i write.
on a dime
i took a spontaneous drive out of town early this morning. within ten minutes of deciding to go, i had brushed, showered, and headed out the door. the spontaneity of my decision makes me think of this city, and my willingness to leave it when the purpose it serves has passed. about two years ago, i came in search of something: i'm finding my truest voice here. now, i think elsewhere, something more awaits.