Instead of going south to camp, I turned north.
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There are no wrong turns here, no rules even exist for me to break.
Apparently buying a car doesn’t have to be difficult
Slowly, slowly, me and Goldie.
And then it moves on again, but this conversation is just a fraction more beautiful. Do you truly speak my language? Does this mean something to you, too?
Life out of season
I loved Denver – she was just my type. In appearances, the mountains glistened, the city sprawled, the old became new. In personality, there were a thousand places to go, … Continue reading Life out of season
The Serenity of Singlehood
Like I told them, I’m really good at being single.
Soul Wide Awake
“I can’t leave this,” I tell myself. “I’m too afraid. This isn’t fun, but it’s comfortable. This isn’t right, but at least I know where I’m sleeping and how to get around. I’m afraid to go again. I should stay where it’s safe.”
the worst of both worlds
When I stay still and you all spin around me, a kaleidoscope of conversations and adventures and traditions.
Wolf Girl and the Traveler
And every once in a while, I meet a stranger that immediately belongs.
At twenty-five, I’m starting to see my peers as adults. We’re no longer floundering around, renting our first apartments, burning our first meals, ignoring the squeals on our brakes until … Continue reading impostor syndrome