As the saying goes, “everything has to come to an end.” I hate that saying. Why does every good thing have to come to an end? Why can’t things last forever? What do good things have to be taken from us? Today was my intern’s last day. I’ve spent time getting to know her and ended up forming a friendship with her. In the summer … Continue reading Everything Must Come To An End
I’m in Greenville and I’m at Walmart picking out the curtains and garbage bags for our new apartment. I’m in my own world as I take a look around the store. My dad calls me, but doesn’t leave a message while I’m chatting away with my husband about shower curtains. I know that if my dad called me, the conversation wasn’t going to be a … Continue reading Here’s Hoping I Can Keep My Emotions Together
You can feel the emptiness in the air of people who were once visiting, but are no longer around. You see a deflated air mattress where someone once slept. You hear the slight sound of the fan going around. You hear dogs barking outside. But, there are no voices. There’s no one talking, laughing or speaking. You feel absolutely lonesome and it’s a feeling not … Continue reading The Emptiness Of Loved Ones Leaving After Visiting For A Few Days
Again, Again & Again. While sleeping, the memories came back. I swear, it just felt like yesterday. I was in school. I was beginning the second half of my senior year at Temple. I was happy to end the studying, paper writing, spending countless hours in my room and the reading, reading and more reading. I’d never have to pick up another novel to read … Continue reading I miss Temple University.
Doubts. They stayed. They were here. They were present. They arrived, but never left. I had an entire week to think, ponder, write, decide what I wanted to do. Would I do it? Could I do it? Was I strong enough to go through with it? Annoyed. Frustrated. Irritated. Mad. Pissed. I kept talking. Building up my strength to really do it. I had to … Continue reading I’m a bit disheveled. That’s me
I stood at the Woodbourne train station ready to board the train to pick up my graduation tickets. I remember it. I remember the cold breeze that used to make me shiver as I got on the train. I remember how I would read or do homework on those 35-45 minute train rides. Most of the time, I did homework. On Tuesdays & Thursdays, I’d … Continue reading I am strong enough for this.