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How It’s Going

“So how do you think it’s going, Leah?”

I’ve just sunk my frazzled body into one of the leather chairs in Paola, my therapist’s, room. She’s around my age and also recently new to Spain. Unlike me, she’s always impeccably dressed and exudes peace at...


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The Gray Area

Hello, readers! I had been wanting to make a Christmas/holiday post, and I finally did it—and in typical Leah fashion since Christmas was six days ago. I’m not letting that fact deter me. I started writing this entry in my composition book the day...


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Picking Myself Apart (Pt. 2)

I'M BAAACK! Sorry it’s been over a month since I’ve written; life has been a bit crazy in Spain. When I made my last post, I had finally moved into an area with way less dog shit like I hoped, but my living situation...


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Picking Myself Apart (Pt. 1)

A warning before you read: My post this and next week have to do with self-injury. I understand if you’d rather hit the back arrow and Google some puppies instead, as this is pretty difficult subject matter. To make it worse, I’ve also included...


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In Pain in Spain

I know in my last post I said I wouldn’t be writing about Spain much, but as I pull out my composition book in this dirt park behind my Air Bnb that is littered with trash and dog shit, it feels absurd to write...


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More Than Just Getting By

Over the last year and a half, I've been toying around with a desire that many young people have: to move abroad and teach in another country. About six months ago, I stopped dreaming about it. I decided I wouldn't be one of those...