As our first year of college is coming to a close, we find ourselves reflecting on the pivotal moments in our lives that have led us here. The following selection of pieces has been written to help us make sense of where we have been, who we are now, and where we want to go….
You live in October. Warm sunlight drizzling down into your coffee, sweet like caramel. The cinnamon breeze spices the froth— a sprinkle of crimson powder.
My home had always been broken, though at the time it wasn’t something I could acknowledge. It was made almost explicitly of wood and brick and required a mother-daughter DIY fix each day.
“What are you so afraid of? Why are you so worked up? There’s nothing to be worried about.”
I sit and stare at the shards of broken glass scattered across the black, carpeted floor. I cannot move. I can only sit. And stare. And wait.
When I was a kid, I loved hearts. I loved my friends. I loved my family. I loved my dog and my house and reading.