2017-04-05
After we said our goodbyes and I drove away, tears rolled down my face and I bit the inside of my lip in an attempt to keep from sobbing out loud, even though I had already exploded in front of Mackenzie and Jordyn. I stared blankly out the window with tears rolling down my face,...
Read More2017-03-30
At a goodbye party last night I gave a speech entirely in Portugues written by me. Here below is what I delivered… since it was written in portugues I made a translation in English all though it is not exact because so many things cannot be expressed in English… I wasn’t able to attach the...
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2017-03-02
I have felt lost more times than I can count this year. Since I left home on August 19th, I have found myself fiddling with things to pass the time, struggling to keep my mind focused on one thing, and frantically searching for the blinking sign that tells me “You Aren’t Lost!” The first time...
Read More2016-12-14
*written using some parts of my diary* I was rarely serious about anything I did. The things my hands have created are all seemingly done accidentally. Rushed, as though they too can barely wait to get away from me. To do things seriously means to plan for reality, to plan for waking nights and sleepy...
Read More2016-12-10
I pop my headphones in and sit down on the metal benches as the cracking yellow paint rubs on my pants. I lean my tired, heavy head on the plastic, graffiti-etched backing that holds it all together. The bus stop.They all look the same, blue, white and yellow just like the buses. When I see...
Read More2016-08-17
I was lucky enough to get the window seat on my flight home. I peered out of the small dirt-fogged window to see the Bay Bridge. Home, but only for 3 more weeks. I have just spent the last 5 weeks in the small fishing town of Jiquilillo, Nicaragua. When I touch down and enter...
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