lay awake all night with a throbbing migraine. i can’t even bear the thought of carrying my bag… my shoulders hurt from a metaphysical pain. forgive me for being dramatic, its the first day of school.
i’m back again. wish i could say i was home. but here is the place i first learned to balance on a kayak, to paint with oils, to read Austen. here is where i made mistakes and had hopes: big, small, mediocre.
God you have placed me here for the second time. help me discover why.