Musings from the Midwest (and beyond)
Over the years, I have had to say many goodbyes. My family first moved when I was 4, then again when I was 6. At age 8 my first brother moved to college, and the second left was I was 9. At 12 we moved again. My high school years were fairly stable until age…
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Reflections from one year in Kent, Ohio.
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When you’ve lived nine places, nowhere and everywhere feels like home.
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It is truly strange to feel content and fully prepared to pack up and ship out. It’s odd to find your place and then say goodbye. But it also feels like hope.
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How do you find belonging when you feel like you don’t belong? It’s a question I’ve been asking for forever, and one that’s not going away.
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