12: l. o. l.

Because I'm realizing I'm not making much headway for 100 posts in one year - we're like halfway through the year and I've only gotten 10% in - , I've decided to talk about a not so favorite quality of mine. Now, I should probably do another 10 things I like about me in honor … Continue reading 12: l. o. l.

8: Home is the smell of sea spray on my face as the tide rolls in.

It is the smell of smoked meat as the flames and ash rise in the air. It is smell of coconut oil on golden brown skin. Home is the smell of oil and fish wafting through the kitchen as I walk through the doors. It is the smell of vacuumed carpets and lemon pledge on … Continue reading 8: Home is the smell of sea spray on my face as the tide rolls in.