Coming back to the city you started in stirs different emotions in each of us. As I sit in what is now my five year old nephews bedroom sipping a beer while the rest of the house is sound asleep, I find my mind racing backwards and forwards in time and memory. It seems unsure of which direction to focus on. Hanging out in this bizarre limbo makes ( Read more... )

It's ironic how much clarity comes with disaster. They seem to contradict one another but, really, they go hand-in-hand.

So, yesterday, my friends and I are cruising down I-10 headed East to go South to arrive in Lee County to spend the weekend. My co-pilot is staring intently at all the people in the cars that pass by. When I say stare, I mean she analyzes the facial expressions, the other occupants in the car, the observable tone of the words they are saying, and ( Read more... )

Am I the only one to notice how clearly someone's bedroom reflects their personality? More often than not, it's like their past, present, and future lives, passions, and relationships have been smeared on the walls and tabletops of someone's bedroom. As I am opening new doors (literally & figuratively) in my life lately, I have found myself so ( Read more... )

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Pulling into the driveway in (what I guess is now) 'my' Buick was so bittersweet. The backseat piled with dirty clothes and empty snack bags; the trunk filled with what physical memories of my grandparents life I was able to claim and haul down south. The smell of cigarettes in any other car gives me a headache within moments but somehow I can ( Read more... )

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It's two days into the new year and so many things have already happened. I feel good about this year. I need to feel good about this year. I want to be happy, I want change, I want confidence. Today is so bittersweet for so many reasons I can't begin to describe ( Read more... )

I am currently at All Saints supposed to be studying but instead am listening to the copious amounts of music I have downloaded this weekend thanks to free leech. While I sit here I am thinking about how different bands, albums, even songs, remind me of specific instances (or whole chunks of time) that I have experienced. Is it weird that just ( Read more... )

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