Category Being Twenty Seven.
A weird time.
I feel…restless. It’s possible that I am just one of those people, often restless and searching, and fine to be that way. “Make no mistake, moving is living.” That quote sticks to me, allows me to believe that this is okay, my restlessness. I hardly recognize it anymore, because it such a part of me, […]
Crippling. Every time.
I can be twenty seven, moving and growing and loving, but it only takes a second to knock the wind out of me. Eight years. Eight whole years, filled with a weird balance of love and loss, growth and re-growth. It can be eight whole years later, and I can still feel a little sting, […]
Unexpected Liberation 