nostalgia
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It’s been a month since we last spoke,
And this is all I have to speak about; After partying for a week long with my love, we flew back home last night from Savannah, Georgia. Yes that’s right, I traveled further than my Long Beach Transit bus can take me, and it wasn’t mandatory. Though I may not…
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As I say Good Morning to the rising sun,
I walk in awe as she sings her song. The warmth of her words find their way over hills and through cracks, preparing the earth for another day. Hello, she says so lightly I can only hear but a gentle breeze. I smile back in return as we exchange glances…
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As the days go by, I’ve been wondering what’s really out there for me
It may be egotistical to say, but I really do wonder what else is out there for me. I know there aren’t things out there specifically for me, but I know there are more things to explore. Since I was younger, I’ve always dreamt of moving to California. So here…
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Goodbye Monrovia, Hello Long Beach!
I’ve spent most of my life moving from place to place. Back then it may not have seemed like it, but it was nice. Meeting new people, seeing new sights, getting comfortable in uncomfortable situations; all worth it. Now here I am 19 years old—finally on my own, still moving…
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As I stepped off the plane in Denver Colorado
The sight of snowy mountain tops seemed to have overwhelmed me. I mean sure, there’s some snowy mountains in Pennsylvania—-in the winter. For some reason, I felt as if those mountain tops stayed covered in snow all year long. Probably not though. Submerged in the smell of Pine, I started…