This time was different. *** The giant tower stood before me. "WELCOME, UMASS CLASS OF 2015" the banner read in bold crimson letters. 15th floor. Corner room. A lofted bed. My mother's fight to hold back her tears. We had already unloaded my father's truck of Rubbermaid plastic drawers, a $12.99 bright blue desk lamp … Continue reading Empty pizza boxes & stained coffee mugs.
At times I wonder why I left. I ask myself if "exploring" could mean a Southie apartment with friends or "taking a chance" has to mean uprooting the familiar and planting yourself in the unknown. I don't really know the answers to these questions and I don't know if I ever will. I took a … Continue reading home