I am living in an apartment I adore and can decorate to my taste. I have a bookshelf brimming with books. My day job is meaningful. Well, as much as it can be under capitalism.
On a nerve-wracking trip back to Florida last month, I reunited with my first personal laptop. The very same machine that enabled me to blog throughout high school. It's cringe-inducing to look through the pictures saved on it of my angsty adolescence. I took way too many pictures of mediocre outfits.
I will never shame my yearning, though. It's what catalyzed me here.
Now where?
Now what?
