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Grandmas house
The playground I picture the swings swaying in the wind, a little blonde girl 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 girl’s hands from swinging from…
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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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