Besties,
Can I tell you where I’ve been?
Physically and metaphysically?
In August, I moved over 500 miles from the place that I’d called home for the past 18 years.
Then in September, I travelled over 3,000 miles to Scotland.
It was the last time I saw my luggage. My new Barbour jacket. My earrings my mother got me “just because.”
While I am currently the American-Airlines-baggage-attendant-at-JFK’s worst nightmare, as I sort out my lost luggage woes, I am happy to report that my travels cured me. And not just because I got to use my EU passport for the first time and cruise through customs in Amsterdam. Never in my life have I felt more superior…
No, during my time abroad, something deep within me eased. Like the anxious dog circling in my soul finally got comfortable, laid down, and settled in for a nap.
You may have heard me whine that I’ve barely read any books this year with all the stress of moving and finding a new job and saying goodbye to loved ones. And that’s true. From January 2025 to September 2025, I had managed to read a whopping 6 books. I am happy to report that in the last 3 weeks, I have managed to finish 3. Including one that I started nearly a year ago.
I’m back baby!
And with that warm fuzzy feeling that a good book leaves you with, I find myself reaching for my keyboard once more.
Time has become more precious than ever in my new world. And I struggle to carve out time for this time-consuming hobby of mine. But I am determined to return to my final rewrite of A Case of You, to finally devote myself to the satirical saga of Middle Ages, and I even concocted a little globetrotter rom-com during a nap on a stormy afternoon on the Isle of Skye.
My world is still very much turned upside down. But things are beginning to settle down. She says as her calendar notes she is due to be out of town for 3 of the next 4 weekends…
It’s fine! Really! I’m great. I’m excited. I’m having fun.
Por ejemplo, this evening I am going to the Saratoga Springs Book Festival Literary Night Market. It’s a local author showcase where hopefully I can meet some fellow writers and snag a few books to add to my massive TBR pile.
Since I’ve officially gotten my NYS ID, I can now get a library card. So I’ll be making my way to the local literary meccas in the area and obtaining a card nearly as useful for escaping as my EU passport is.
And finally, if the weather stays as nice as it promises to, I’ll close out the weekend with one last boat trip for the year. The lakes here in Upstate NY are insanely large and lovely and I just can’t wait to get back out on the water.
Let’s do a mini R.E.P.O.R.T. I’m feeling chatty.
- Reading: Katabasis by R.F. Kuang.
- R.F. Kuang is my freaking idol. And didn’t even realize she had a new book out but when I walked into a bookstore in Leith and saw that there was one autographed copy left, I snatched it up before I even knew what the book was about. Obsessed.
- Eating: Not as well as I was in Scotland and Amsterdam last week.
- I’m still dreaming of the pastries from MacKenzie’s Bakery in Portree.
- Playing: Life of a Showgirl obviously. But also Olivia Dean on repeat.
- Obsessing: Over my lost luggage.
- I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Unless you have a solution. In which case, call me.
- Recommending: That everyone get airtags for their luggage.
- Treating: Maybe it’s not a treat, but I’m getting my haircut Sunday.
- I grew it out for Scotland, got my Merida moment, and now I’m ready to hack it off and live out my French bob fantasies.
Talk soon. Peace.












