IMPOSTOR SYNDROME, Or: Where the Hell I’ve Been for Five Months

On this day, eight years ago, I was in Paris. France. I was in Paris, France, not Paris, Texas. Just, you know, to clarify. It was the first really big trip I took by myself. It ended with a pickpocket stealing my camera and me wishing for the much more complicated international issue of having my wallet…… Continue reading IMPOSTOR SYNDROME, Or: Where the Hell I’ve Been for Five Months