How Not to Become an Expat by Kara Vernor
Fly to Costa Rica on a one-way ticket. Don’t think about the reasons you’re leaving, not now as your city shrinks beneath you. Now, you are a free bird.
Fly to Costa Rica on a one-way ticket. Don’t think about the reasons you’re leaving, not now as your city shrinks beneath you. Now, you are a free bird.
I remember the warm scent of pine needles, white pine, sienna golden and fragrant thick on the ground, that warm wood held in its air the promise of wreaths and garlands and snow.
Uncle Astor had a wedding cake farm. Aunt Lula was against it at first. Folks don’t want a cake from out of the ground, she said. But Uncle Astor proved her wrong.
There’s a darkness growing in her stomach. The windows remind her of her imperfect dimensions, she has no business being spectacular like the ocean ahead of her.