(Or, shall I say, football) It was but only two months ago that I wrote my parents saying, “Standing here right now I wish for one thing: that I could go back and relive all of these soccer moments over again.” People think it’s because you were my life but my life was … More Dear Soccer,
There are a lot of people on this earth but there are very few humans, as you say. Humans are special. You are a special human. You are so inviting, open, and strong; the combination of these three is among your greatest qualities. You plan trips and activities for everyone, taking it on as … More Dear Human,
You are merely a fancy way for me to cover my excuses, or better yet my fears. I have always justified you by fluffing you up with logic, calculations, and practicality but those are separate entities and you do not belong with them. My life out here has cut you down to minimal usage, but … More Dear Pretense,
I will NEVER have enough of you. But isn’t that the story of life? I think the whole world can agree that we spend half of you trying to save or prolong you. Unfortunately, life is a giant hour glass, the sand slipping through my fingers, and I have no way of stopping it. This … More Dear Time,
You are my singing soulmate. I gazed at you from above, knees pressed against the balcony, arms gripping the velvety ledge, completely submerged in your story. I would compare my experience to becoming one with your fantasy, except that would imply unreal or imaginative characteristics and we both know that our interaction was anything but … More Dear Les Miserables,
Like my friend Tacai so wisely says, you are everything. I have subconsciously given you a weighty amount of power in my life and it is almost laughable that I am finally realizing your strength after 20 years into the game of life. Fortunately, you’ve been a positive contributor so this isn’t sending … More Dear Perspective,
Don’t worry about these other countries, at the end of the day I will always be your all-American girl. Of course, I will return with new tendencies, eclectic jargon, and a stronger admiration for the nations that house the cultures I am experiencing. I will be leaving parts of my heart in these cities that … More Dear America,
I love your unpredictable and transparent self. You are dependable in that you always produce, but I have recently come to notice that there are only some cases of your purest form. During my first week in London I was emerged in the rush of things as I hurried through the tube when your sounds … More Dear Live Music,
I’m afraid that two weeks abroad has made you a stranger. Unless of course you count my attempts at trying to remove the white and black lint from my neutral coloured closet a worry (however, I would label that a preference because I still walked the halls today with fuzz balls as my main accessory … More Dear Worry,
I have to be frank and tell you that I not only planned on streeettchiinnggg you slowly over these next couple months, but I essentially wanted to see how close I could get to killing you off. This might come as a shock to you and don’t get me wrong, I adore your comfort, but … More Dear Comfort Zone,
Compass 