So I've been thinking about this post for a long time. Since way before the trip began. What does it mean to be a (relatively) young woman (?) traveling alone in 2018? I have always loved exploring on my own, but in the past it has always been within the context of a group. I'd … Continue reading A Long Walk Home
Author: lfreymiller
Frankfurt&Wiesbaden- Joy
As I knew I would, I am falling behind on my writing. Here I am in Amsterdam, finally ready to talk about my last few days in Germany. Frankfurt was lovely enough. I visited the old Goethe House. Took notes on what I did and didn't want included in the future Freymiller House. (Do include … Continue reading Frankfurt&Wiesbaden- Joy
Bremen- Rebuilding
I knew from the start that I wanted to do this trip alone, not because there aren't wonderful people who I could travel with or wonderful people I could visit, but because for a long time my soul or spirit or inner voice or whatever you call her has been telling me that I need … Continue reading Bremen- Rebuilding
Berlin- Labyrinths and Light
Let me start by saying how much I love Berlin. I love Berlin so so so so so so so so much. So much. I have been here two and a half days and I feel certain that I am going to live here sometime in the near future. Being here feels like a movie … Continue reading Berlin- Labyrinths and Light
Stockholm- Lighting a Fire in My Belly
Okay gang, I'm writing these posts on my phone so no promises that they will be many or properly spelled. I'm in Berlin now, have been for all of one day, and I see suddenly why everyone is afraid I'm going to run away to Europe. But not yet. And before I tell you about … Continue reading Stockholm- Lighting a Fire in My Belly
Meeting Myself
I'm leaving tomorrow for a three-week solo trip through Western Europe. I'd be lying right now if I said I wasn't scared. In general, I've been feeling raw lately. The passing of my grandmother, leaving my job of almost two years, not to mention Mercury in gatorade. I'm just going through it, going through … Continue reading Meeting Myself
(good) grief
My Grandma Cheryl died on March 26. I heard the news a few hours after writing my last post. Although I wasn't related to my grandmother biologically (she is my grandfather's second wife) she has been my grandmother since before I was born. I loved her as I love all of my grandparents. She died … Continue reading (good) grief
Stephon Clark
March 18, 2018, one week exactly after I turned 25, Stephon Clark, then and now forever 22 years old, was shot to death by Sacramento police officers. He was shot in his grandmother's backyard. He was shot twenty times. He was holding a cell phone. In 2018, to be black and holding a cell phone … Continue reading Stephon Clark
And Beyond
It's been a hectic two weeks. Two weeks since I doused myself in the shower at midnight. Two weeks since I declared once again that my life is my life is my life and at the end of it the only person I have to answer to is myself. So, in the intervening two weeks, … Continue reading And Beyond
On Turning 25
I've been fiddling with poetry a bit. Here is some. I sifting through the sawdust of what is mine and what is not mine I hear the tune of little flowers growing white or deep blue in some forgotten valley and this I claim against all comers to be mine II several layers deep … Continue reading On Turning 25
