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Who knew living under a bridge would be my second choice?

They say that you can’t go back home again. Or as Thomas Wolfe actually put it:

“You can’t go back home to your family, back home to your childhood … back home to a young man’s dreams of glory and of fame … back home to places in the country, back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but which are changing all the time – back home to the escapes of Time and Memory.”

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Non-Adventure Isn't As Bad As It Sounds

“You bought a dresser AND a table?!”

When my roommate, (aka my sister), brought a truckload of  furniture home for our new place in Chicago last fall, I threw a fit. 431 more words

In Pursuit Of Holiness

The Show Must Go On, Usually

Of course I said yes, even though I had never before had any interest in going on stage.  It wasn’t every day that I was asked to participate.  489 more words


Drink Loose the Noise

What young self didn’t know was that cool is a lid that screws down tight on the swelling delight of yes.  From the edge of her ancient eye, older self notices women in the dark corners of the bar bouncing in their seats.  391 more words

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Nobody Said Life Was Easy

New career, new interests, new people, new city. New everything.

After 3 years of writing, I finally finished my first novel this week. Furniture is finally arriving this weekend. 440 more words



I don’t have to carry all this
because I’m alone.
I get to carry it
because I’m strong.

Image: “Female Atlas” by Heretical Jargon

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'No where to go' or 'a world of opportunities'

I received a letter of rejection from NGS scholarship today. The one that I have placed so much hope in.

This is the first major setback I have in life, the moment I graduate from NTU, I am unemployed. 662 more words

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