There is beauty and peace to be found in simplicity.

My 2 years in New York were… Not good. I was crippled by anxiety, haunted by old and new demons, trying to do too much too quickly to distract myself, to keep up with everyone and everything else. I became someone I hated. Someone that was unable to enjoy and understand the good moments.

And then I moved to the Midwest. I slowed down. I tried to start afresh. Continue reading “Ravioli with brown butter” →