My cup runneth over....
Eight weeks ago I sat in this exact same place. It was dark, and hot, and silent. My first night in Detroit was spent alone, but I remember sitting in this chair in this room, windows open, fans on high, still sweating, and praying one of those sincere prayers that you didn’t know you were praying until you look back on it. “Let these people be
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This is Kristen Kosmider. I just creepily found your journal because you commented on John's, haha, but I'm really glad that I did. It's officially been a week since I've been out of the house and have asked myself so many times since "now what?" I have been trying to figure out what to do with the things I have learned this summer, but more importantly the relationships I have made.
I feel like it's been a week but things are already so busy and so chaotic, I'm scared that I'm going to forget, and that everyone else is going to forget. So I'm glad I read your entry, because it reminded me of how much that part of my world means to me, and of how much of my heart is still at 18035 Wildemere.
All my love<3
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