A Big Corner
There are single family homes and giant, shiny apartment buildings and about six 7-Elevens in my square mile.
There are single family homes and giant, shiny apartment buildings and about six 7-Elevens in my square mile.
Whenever I enter a museum, I rediscover rhythms that I haven’t used since my last trip to Adventureland for nerds.
There’s something about Waldorf, Maryland that just screams “mundane!”
As her name suggested, Libertad would be freedom for me.
If I were to sit down with past Christina I’d want to relieve some of that angst, although I’m not sure if she’d like the answers I’d give.
Metaphors are tools for meaning-making, and when those tools have harvested bushel after bushel of meaning for my life, of course I struggle to see them as incomplete, limiting, or dangerous.
If I sound deeply alarmed, that’s because all the available evidence points towards that being the appropriate state of mind.
I’m still afraid I’m boarding the wrong train.
It is so good to get back into a crowd, but it’s harder and stranger and lonelier than I expected it would be.
As much as we hope to find friends where we land, I wonder how many of us simply direct our energy into things we can better control.