Roots.

I expect that I can dig up the root of all my problems if I just knew where to look.

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2038 37th Ave E.

To my cozy yellow laneway house, its various guests and inhabitants, and all the events that took place while I called it “home.”

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Two-Sided.

Lately, I feel like I’m watching everyone around me launch themselves into commitment while I’m running in the opposite direction from it.

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Warehouses.

Several months ago I opened a door to a closet full of memories I had subconsciously decided not to deal with for the larger part of my life. Some days, it feels more like a warehouse.

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Sentimental.

To everyone I met in my first big-kid job: I can’t thank you enough. 

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It’s Time for Your Next Chapter

It’s confusing, isn’t it? We have a million and one ways to describe heartbreak but I don’t think a single one of them do it justice.

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Rest & an Apology Letter to Myself

This summer I had one job. To do less. A lot less. To rest and learn how to say no to things that were taking just a bit too much energy out of me. It didn’t go as planned.

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