Although I officially felt like a 40-year-old who got excited over replacing sink sponges and trying a different scented hand soap, these were topics that drew my mom and I closer together.
When I heard the little boy shouting behind me, I was in the midst of dozing off and realized I had forgotten my headphones on my desk.
When I visit a new city, I piece together scraps of my observations and create a mirage of a life I want to live.
The people closest to us can sometimes say more about ourselves as people than we can.
At what point did the world become so fragile and foreboding?
As Grounds appeared to shrink in size and its red bricks fade in color over time, I impulsively signed up for the Outdoors Club.
I now know that if scenes aren’t made, then nothing will ever be seen.
I think of finding a home as a similar journey to finding your identity — to know where you feel at home is to know yourself.
Am I the only one who would prefer to see the image of watery macaroni printed on the packaging and who would rather hear “I’m not fine” as a response for once?
Adjusting to college life is difficult for everyone — whether you live one hour or 10 hours away.
