We’re all watching our lives at home slip by and trying to remind ourselves we can stop holding on.


from 2015.

You stand by the edge of mountains with people you’ve only known for two weeks and you tell each other, this is it. This is it, this is home, there is no going back now. And you watch as people try and blink past everything they remember leaving without saying it. Most of us didn’t come here for school, we came here to become somebody we couldn’t be if we never left. We were seeking liberation, maybe from ourselves, and after two weeks we’re hesitant to say we found it but you can see it in each other’s eyes. We might have. 

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