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Grandmas house
The playground I picture the swings swaying in the wind, a blonde angel laughing as she swings high enough that she feels butterflies in her stomach, the world as innocent as her laugh. The memory of simplicity that is childhood, enjoying a breeze in the summer. Calluses on the angels hands from swinging from rung…
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We are all just walking each other home
I never stopped to consider that on the last day of high school, I was saying goodbye to dozens of people for the last time. And I wasn’t prepared for the same exact thing to happen when I left college. Don’t get me wrong—I’m perfectly content with the small circle of friends I still have…
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Thoughts about my (our) future
This week I thought I’d post about a conversation I had with my dad back in November. Now my distain for the current presidency is no secret to anyone who knows me, and everyday I watch the news and I see the troubling things that are already on the rise during the first few weeks…
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There’s never a right time
I’m always waiting for things to fall into place before I make my next move. I waited to apply for graduate programs because my life wasn’t comfortable and there was so much unknown. I waited to apply for an internship because I wanted the perfect one that aligned with all of my interests (spoiler, the…
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The illusion of choice
“How was your day today?” My roommate asks me this question just about every day after I come home from my 9 to 5 shift at my corporate job. My answer of “fine” or “good” really just masks the answer I want to give… “as soul crushing as the last.” Alright, I’m definitely being dramatic…
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