One night, I overheard guys in my dorm room talking about Starfish Beach. Having never heard of it before, I looked it up. I quickly discovered it was on Phu Quoc- a Vietnamese island I’d also never heard of before. Between the mystery of an unknown place and my longing to get out of the city again, I wanted to go.
Category : Writing
In the weeks leading up to my birthday this year it hit me that turning 28 means a decade has passed since my 18th birthday. Ten whole years! That’s the same amount of time that passes between second grade and high school graduation! As an adult, the time goes so much quicker and the growth is less obvious. I started to think about who I was and what I was going through when I was 18, the memories were grim. However, it became glaringly obvious to me that every challenge I was facing back then directly maps to where I am today.
For my 28th birthday, I wrote a letter to myself at 18.