I came back home in winter completely changed; obnoxious. Frankly, I was quite the bitch. I didn’t really enjoy my time being back then and looking back, regretfully I don’t think anyone enjoyed my company much then either. I loved it so much, being back in Philly – I hated the thought of the previous … More The Graduation Series: Deep City Lights (A Girl Can Get Lost).
That summer was so much fun, mostly because it was the last – really, only – summer of Eldest Sis and mine, at least in the context of being my soul-sister. It’s funny looking back now, how much has literally changed in such a short span of time; 3.5 years and she’d broken up with … More The Graduation Series: Revisiting The Last Summer of You & Me (Interlude III).
This was written almost a week ago, so I figured I’ll post it up, too. I’ve of course tweaked and edited it now, but the fact that it’s been sitting as a draft… Can’t stand it, as usual. This is perhaps my favorite part and phase thus far; so defining, until now. Sometimes I think … More The Graduation Series: Slow Dancing In A Burning Room.
Last night was an epic breakdown moment. Personally, I think it was an accumulation of many things, but mostly that I’m genuinely sad at the thought of goodbye forever to my home-pad here and eventually, Philly. The thought of packing, what more the act of it, leaves me incredibly overwhelmed and following a 3-hour presentation-filled … More The Graduation Series: Shadow Days (Interlude II).
What does being ‘in the moment’ mean to you? Couple weeks ago, I’d participated in a reading marathon; a first. It was awkward and the crowd was lackluster, filled mostly by faculty members from the English department clearly trying to cheer each other and reluctant freshmen who had to be there as part of their … More The Graduation Series: In The Moment (Interlude I).
I wrote this a couple of nights ago, so strongly propelled for unknown reasons and overwhelmed with gratitude at my present life. Truthfully, now that I’m rereading I’m honestly questioning, is this story really worth telling? Is it really anything to write home about, as impacting as I think it is? I always feel like my … More The Graduation Series: Eighteen (The Blackout Year).
I’m writing it as we speak, but it’s too effing long – I’d scrolled up and realized it’s at friggin’ 3000 words and I’m not even done… I can feel the wheels in my mind full speed in-motion – that it’s only fitting it’s broken into parts and thus, made into a serial. Plus, I need … More The Graduation Series: Prologue.