I had glorified my idea of the 18th century to an extent in which I was unable to focus on the present.
I realize that part of adulthood is returning to, and embracing, the pleasures of our youth.
I wasn’t running away but reluctantly leaving it all behind, embarking on the first move of my young adult life.
I’ve run away from who I was, and I’ve returned in a way that stunted my growth. There’s a balance, and I’m finding it.
For the first time in a few years I found myself head-over-heels in love with home again.
September 2019: Running and Returning
A playlist to help you reflect on and transition out of your summer vacation.
A work-in-progress fiction piece.
A collage series made up of film photographs, centering on how immortalized memory in the form of photos affects us.
I am growing, I am patient, and I am recommitting myself to vulnerability every day.