One must always be leaving in order to be always arriving. This would be that part. The rear view mirror. Everything half packed and tossed in the back seat. I am wondering less about the world outside and mostly of the world I am leaving behind. This past week has been everything I never knew I needed.
Published by Erin Rose Belair
I am multi-genre writer specializing in travel, ad-copy, and nonfiction prose. A recent graduate with my MFA I am spending my new found time rambling around the world, practicing yoga, and searching for the best salad ever. View all posts by Erin Rose Belair