2019-05-25
I found grains of sand in my tennis shoes the other day. It was not a particularly large amount nor overwhelming; a few grains simply tumbled out of my shoes and onto my carpeted floor. They were out of sight in seconds. As I continued to unpack, I found more sand – in my suitcase,...
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Being back here brings with it a strange sort of serendipity; the type that creeps into my mind in fleeting moments and instills within me a feeling of closure. Most times, however, it seems as though I am grasping at memories that are slipping through my hands like sand. It frustrates me to no end;...
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2019-04-18
From my journal, 23 March 2019… when goodbye was still a fleeting idea I cannot define what force holds me here What roots I have somehow discovered Curling their way upwards to the sunlight Seemingly carved into existence By red clay And ancient hands, A face with crinkles when she smiles and the belt of...
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2019-02-02
Teranga. I feel as though I am surrounded in warmth. I know I am as sweat careens down my cheek, making pathways in the light dusting of sand that has laid there to rest from its windy whereabouts. It is more than that simple, easily defined warmth, however; it is a peculiar one, a delectable...
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2019-01-09
In the months before coming to Senegal, the thing I searched for the most was clarity. Clarity within myself, clarity in what the heck I was about to do with my life, clarity pertaining to who I would become and what would change over the course of eight months abroad. I don’t quite know what...
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2018-08-13
Home. A word we all long for, a feeling we all seek to create, a place where a mind can settle and a heart can breathe a sigh of relief. Over the course of our lives we discover many, each with a distinct taste or flooding memory that forever holds a part of us there....
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