The Other Side of Home

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I swear, that archive of photos of mine – it’s the gift that just keeps on giving. Every time I think I’ve finally made my way through it, I unearth something else that sends me spiraling into sentimentality. These two photos, for example, were taken a couple of years ago during a weekend road trip up to Vegas – the city I grew up in and the one I’ll always consider home. When I lived there, I’d drive past the Strip every day on the way to and from home, school and work without batting an eye, totally immune to its glittering facades.

Now, as a tourist, I stay at hotels when I visit just like everyone else and sometimes get to enjoy views like this – tiny faux Paris through a looking glass. Fast forward a couple of years for a shift in perspective and find me in Paris-the-real-thing, staring up in awe at the grandeur of the actual Eiffel Tower, illuminated by thousands of dancing lights. That definitive moment is when H decided to act on months of secret planning, pulled out the ring he’d been hiding/nervously carrying/worried he’d lost, and asked me to marry him. Best day ever.

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Rome: A Living Museum

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The thing about Rome is that you can be casually walking down a street, thinking about whether you’re in a pizza or pasta kind of mood for lunch when you happen to find yourself in front of some large, very old looking church – one that’s not particularly unique from the outside. You don’t recognize the name, and it wasn’t on any of the must-see lists you researched before the trip. But having some time to kill, you make a donation and walk through the entrance and find this

It seemed to happen constantly in Rome. We’d be on our way somewhere and accidentally stumble upon some incredible square or building because in truth, all of Rome – the whole city – is a living, breathing museum.