A Letter To My Future Child: Finding Where You Belong

Dear Future Child, I am writing to you from my college dorm in Kansas. I am not from here, but it feels like home. My other home, my childhood house and city is 200 miles away. Someday, I am hoping to move to Arizona, a warm, sunny place, where you might even be born. I’m not sure where my true home is or if I know what it feels like, but I get glimpses here and there. Home isn’t a place, dear child. It’s a feeling. And I’m hoping that through my letters, my other writings, and my instructions to … Continue reading A Letter To My Future Child: Finding Where You Belong

Ghosts of The Past

I went home over this past weekend, and a few things happen when I go home. I eat way too much. I somehow manage to pick apart my already-bare closet and leave a tornado of evidence. I always go through my old things, even though I know this is a danger zone to proceed with caution only. And yet, I never take mind of my own warning as I frivolously flip through old notes, pictures, letters, and every other old memory that I keep tucked away in a shoebox and out of mind. These shoeboxes used to be my own … Continue reading Ghosts of The Past