I don’t want to move back.
I can’t imagine life in Washington, D.C.
I can’t wrap my head around Sunday evenings spent discovering the aisles of Trader Joe’s.
I’ll talk breweries and ladder climbing and the Nats—declaring love, withholding details.
I’ll juggle adjectives @DeskJob because foodmedicalhousing isn’t affordable in los grandes Estados Unidos.
I don’t want things to be so simple.
Please escort me to the nearest challenge.
You want a challenge? Come to Eastern DRC, plenty of enviro-science stuff to report about there, + you can see gorillas for real (oui coucou), and you get to hang out with meeeeeeeeee ! And now that you’re fluent in Spanish, French will be oh-so-easy!