The difference a year makes. The difference, two, three… eight. Eight years make a lot of difference when you’re looking back. Today I celebrate the first day of Spring with a type of fondness that surpasses other seasonal beginnings. It is also four days to my 26thbirthday. I've always loved the timing of this day in my life.
Once again, I find myself sitting in Starbucks. On my drive through Eastern Kentucky into town, I figured this trip would be no different than the others. Today has been a mundane day. Nothing awful, but also nothing extraordinary. I grabbed my backpack. Macbook, journal, headphones - my usual. I took the same route as… Continue reading Close. Comfort. And Something Like Courage.
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