a moveable feast

"...a memory or even a state of being that had become a part of you, a thing that you could always have with you, no matter where you went or how you lived forever after, that you could never lose. An experience first fixed in time and space or a condition like happiness or love could be afterward moved or carried with you wherever you went in space and time... For this to work, however, you need memory."
                                                                                                              -Patrick Hemingway

"If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast."
                                                                                                              -Ernest Hemingway

After floating around the "real world" in New York City, I've decided to embark on a moveable feast of my own. I realized I wasn't quite ready to nestle into a career; I loved what I was doing, but I wanted to prolong growing up and satiate my craving to travel. So for now, Lisboa, Portugal, will be my moveable feast and home for who knows how long.


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