Travel
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Don’t read on if you are expecting anything in particular. Don’t read on because you feel obliged to do so as my friend, or as my family, or as anyone who feels like they should do anything for any reason other than wanting to. Because this is very much a post about rejecting the omnipresent…
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James Joyce once described the rolling waves of the Irish sea in such a manner as to completely, unabashedly obliterate any notion of beauty surrounding the thing: “The sea, the snot-green sea, the scrotum-tightening sea.” Someone evidently had several qualms about the sea. Well, he had a dexterity with words, anyway. Though I certainly do…
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Warning: pornographic photos ahead. (I’m only sort of kidding. Because, if you find mouth-watering, eye-popping food from incredible cities like Madrid to be sexy, then these photos could certainly be considered pornographic. We’ll go with calling them “food porn.”) When traveling to any city for the first time, exploring the unique cuisine is not just…
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“If I don’t get some fucking sleep, I think I’m going to kill someone.” A deluge of heartwarming sentiments regarding murder, lack of rest, and general airplane-induced discomfort (you know that feeling when your ears don’t pop for several hours following a flight? Yeah, that one) feasibly gave our taxi driver second thoughts about picking…
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A brilliant mind once said, “It’s all about the love.” That brilliant mind was an eight year old version of myself with whom I believe I have very little in common. She liked pink more than purple and was afraid of the dark, thunderstorms, and Harry Potter. She wanted to be a dog groomer. Quite notably, a…
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It is my first post of 2017! Hello, new year! Hello, resolutions that will likely peter out by February! Please, stay awhile! (Especially you flaky resolutions. I see you loitering by the door). This year is different in that I, like I’m sure many people have, grown up a great deal. I am not setting…
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“The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.” – Ernest Hemingway. I am offended by the blankness of the page before me. If this page had eyes, they would be watching me expectantly, waiting for my next move, taunting me with the blink, blink, blink of the cursor, hungry for…
Eliana Jordan 
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