Hannah Martin

Joined January 2021

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Bio

Digital nomad with a natural flair for writing, cooking and shedding light wherever I go.

Stories (4/0)

Domesticated.
Home isn't a brick and mortar institution bound by paint and stone Nor is it teary eyed goodbyes bringing woe into our lives
By Hannah Martin3 years ago in Poets
Outlander.
An Outlander since the day I was born. Permanently fixated on a twisted looking glass, its curvature twisted the world around me. Stuck on the outside looking in, the status quo was something I'd never see again.
By Hannah Martin3 years ago in Humans
Southern Comfort - Pt. 1
You’d think in the middle of a pandemic, no one would really want to get acquainted on a 3 hour flight to Dallas. “Thank god there’s WiFi,” I thought to myself as I approached the business class aisle with grace that morning, laptop bag in hand ready to tackle some work. With a busy mind going, I just wanted to sit down and get settled. I reached my row and came across a woman adorned with long, silver dreadlocks and tribal tattoos. She had a very ‘Burning Man-esque’ vibe to her, wearing a bottle green shoulder wrap, charcoal knee-high socks, and crimson platform Doc Martens. I was intrigued by her eclectic style; she had to be an artist.
By Hannah Martin3 years ago in Humans
Back Down South.
With two hours of sleep under my belt, the only thing on my mind as I wandered throughout MCO Airport was a stiff bloody mary, cold brew, and 4 gallons of water.
By Hannah Martin3 years ago in Humans