Whenever the song by the Killers, 'Mr Brightside,' comes on, I am suddenly 18 again and waking up in my dorm room in Los Angeles as it plays on my radio alarm clock. I am not hungover – I didn't drink my freshman year – but I am exhausted from refusing to turn down any …
Musings on a Life of Travel
Crisis averted. Welcome to the ups and downs of my life. Now you now what it's really like living the jet-setting life: terrifying. You've been warned. You've tasted the depths of my despair. One day you'll be walking on air, the next day you'll be plummeted into hopelessness so deep you want to disappear under …
