Skip to content
  • Strangers on Streets
  • My Story
  • Your Story?

Fob-ish

Home is where I stand

Strangers on Streets

 

46521459_1122184817947371_8017042996174258176_n
46258141_1116275175205002_904682883208183808_n
45097798_1107764506056069_8909869695176278016_n
43610065_1095606627271857_5076816090227539968_n
46754615_1124463797719473_5410191632131686400_n
42708918_1088873561278497_8888369106072371200_n
42836274_1088874071278446_3169255019098669056_n
43522987_1095144140651439_6490680884113440768_n
43032661_1090380207794499_419195843246030848_n
46492430_1121202151378971_5968821509878185984_n
46110090_1116275188538334_2427924834672443392_n
46738678_1125682137597639_7864282068996325376_n
43877985_1097464147086105_165513784591384576_n

 

 

 

Share this:

  • Twitter
  • Facebook
  • Google

Like this:

Like Loading...

Menu

  • Strangers on Streets
  • My Story
  • Your Story?

From one Fob to Another

Could you pack everything in your life into a suitcase and abandon the world you know to enter a new one forever?

Could you pack who you are, how you speak, what you do, how you dress, who you know, what you know—zip it in a suitcase, and know that as you enter this new world, you will lose it all along the way?

It’s a strange question to ask—I know. But, I must know the answer?

Blog at WordPress.com.
Cancel
%d bloggers like this: