Sitting on Kjeragbolten

I’ll Remember

I’ll remember salsa dancing in Zurich with my best friend, twisting and turning among locals and expats. I’ll remember the adorable Italian girl in the bottom bunk in Copenhagen who spoke a few words of English and used “spatula” for “hairbrush.” I’ll remember finding seedless watermelon in Novi Sad, a holy grail after months of…

I Remember #3

I remember the photo I should’ve taken–two teenage girls in plaid skirts chatting and leaning on a police barricade as if it was no big deal. I remember the bizarrely empty 2am bus. I remember not expecting forgiveness. I remember not being forgiven. I remember sitting with her on the back patio, hating every single sound she spoke and…