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Sad days
They are happening. I am tracking them to see if there is a pattern. It seems like once a week I have a day of just exhausted collapse. This whole thing I’m doing, whatever that is… surrendering. “Free falling with God.” Not having a plan but trusting my intuition and following signs. Taking off to…
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The Apartment
When I went to college, I was close enough to go home easily but the school suggested and therefore my mom enforced no going home until Thanksgiving. So that you gave yourself a real chance at getting adjusted, to making friends, to finding a rhythm. I’ve imposed the same sort of rule on myself at…
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new motto, new friends, new apartment
I said goodbye to my new London friends. We cried. It’s amazing how fast connections can form when you’re traveling like this. I feel like I’ve known them longer than four days. I’m going to London to visit and bring my mom. They will come stay in my riad and come to my wedding….to whoever,…
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Café des Espices
My favorite café so far in Marrakech is Café des Espices in the spice piazza (I’m sorry I will never not be Italian in naming this type of space). Rattan umbrellas three deep, stools, armchairs with red carpet pillows on the perimeter, straw hats on each table, greeter man, waiters and waitresses! scurrying about, huge…
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The Women and the Shopping
I am not shopping. For a multitude of reasons. I need nothing. I have no house to put anything. I don’t know where exactly I live. I am already carrying to much. Figuratively and literally. Like want to find a UPS store to send things home carrying too much. I understand and can appreciate the…
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The Men and the Scams
This part of the Medina I’m in now is a little pocket of weird energy. Every time I’ve been in this part I feel it…the first time I did an abrupt about face and left. The souks in general are intense; shops packed together, their offerings piled high and spilling out into the alley, people…
Can a place we’ve never been shape our fate? Can discovering it unravel, stitch by stitch, the life we’ve known?
This is where I stitch together the journey of remaking a life through art, travel, Morocco and finding a home
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Julie Scott
Artist and Writer