Here it is, 1 month until I'm in Boston. 1 month until I begin my penultimate year. 1 month until I become a permanent resident of the Northeast (well, sort of permanent). 1 month and the end is in sight.
With all the people I meet who learn of my project, I inevitably end up rehashing a lot of the same material. The list of cities I've lived in gets rattled off with all the rhythmic precision of a scripted speech. My favorite city? How do I pick my cities? What will I do when … Continue reading Are You Taking Notes?
You sleep long hours, Bethany and dream of almost nothing In waking chills you smell the calm sea like martyrs’ singing blood You return, you return, and again, you return to hollow, filthy beds Now, once more, at living peace you tell fables of your decency You write short letters, Bethany of love, of need, … Continue reading Bethany
Recently, while sitting in the back room of my job on a break, I was somewhat captive audience to a conversation between two coworkers that required a little personal research after the fact. The conversation spring-boarded off of the topic of the Texas School Board's destruction of legitimate education, turning to the tyranny of history. … Continue reading The words we say aren’t meant for anyone.
Last night I had one of those vivid, surprising dreams that, at least for me, only come around once every few years. I'm not one for fantastical dreams, I have never flown in a dream or been a superhero (I did once have a dream where Spider-man had turned evil and was trying to kill … Continue reading A dream is what you wanna do, but still haven’t pursued…
Two weeks after I graduated college, I left my hometown, the place I had lived for the entirety of my 22 years and began an, admittedly, ambitious journey. The rules of my new life were simple: Move to a new city every year for 10 years, experience the far reaches of the United States (and hopefully other sectors of the world) and allow for a personal evolution.