This is a story about light — the kind that shows up softly, even when you’re not sure it will. When I was sixteen, I moved away from home for the first time. I lived in college dorms, which—contrary to every brochure ever printed—felt less like a cozy place to live and learn and moreContinue reading “A Little Light for Christmas”
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Deafinitely Not What I Expected: The Blog My Brain Wrote While I Slept
Dear Readers, After a late night and little sleep, I became painfully aware that I had just two hours left to catch more z’s when the light started seeping through my curtains. That’s when it happened again. Instead of falling into deep sleep, my brain dragged me into another dream where it mixed a tinyContinue reading “Deafinitely Not What I Expected: The Blog My Brain Wrote While I Slept”
When Blogging Fails, Dreams Deliver
Dear Readers, I wasn’t planning on writing a blog this month. Nothing big happened that I haven’t already shared, I had no thoughts worth typing out, and I was dangerously close to just uploading a picture of my breakfast and calling it content. But last night I had a dream. One of those super vividContinue reading “When Blogging Fails, Dreams Deliver”
Chapter 5: Wellington House
I marveled at the intricate patterns on the gates as we approached Wellington House. The sun had began to sink into the clouds and its orange glow made the gates twinkle. Alan stepped out of the car to ring a bell located to the right of the gates. Another man who looked similar to Alan,Continue reading “Chapter 5: Wellington House”
Chapter 4: The Adventurer’s First Quest
We moved out of the gates onto a winding road with trees either side. This soon made way for a plethora of buildings, all different shapes and sizes. Many had a similar style to that of Waywood house. Though at some point they became smaller, closer together and looked newer. I became increasingly more uncomfortableContinue reading “Chapter 4: The Adventurer’s First Quest”
Chapter 3: No goodbyes
If Mrs Matthews had instructed me to untangle the pile of unfinished sewing projects laying in my drawer before packing them neatly, I may have required more than two hours to pack. Fortunately, propping them into a paper bag was completely acceptable. In fact, neither Mrs Matthews or Mrs Platt were there to give instruction.Continue reading “Chapter 3: No goodbyes”
Chapter 2: The Second Chance
The war ended 9 years ago today and tomorrow, September 3rd, I’ll be turning 14. It doesn’t feel at all like a special day. So much has changed since the war ended. Except for Mrs Platt. I mean… I suppose she has changed a little. Not for the better though. She is getting older andContinue reading “Chapter 2: The Second Chance”
Chapter 1: Plain Jane
If there’s one thing I’ve learned after my 82 years on this earth so far, it’s that you can’t take everything at face value. Not everything is as black and white as our brains try to make it. Our eyes have a color filter for a reason. It’s important we train our brains to useContinue reading “Chapter 1: Plain Jane”
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