• Writing

    a breeze filled with memories

    as soon as i step out the door, a familiar cool breeze goes past. memories collide and are now once again replaying through my head. memories of us playing in the sand. racing down slides and seeing who could jump off the swing the furthest. memories of playing soccer on the field with everyone we could possibly get to play. memories of going to and coming back from school. the times that we had to hold on to one another so we wouldn’t fly away. memories in school of jump rope for heart and those terry fox marathons. the times we had playing around the field. or just walking lengths…

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    week one of year two

    a week of anxiety. a week of late entries. a week where everything somehow happens to go wrong. that’s what my first week has been going as. the fact that i’ve tried to write this simple post more than three times says enough. as for everything else, let’s just say that i arrived at both class and work late a few times because traffic and i forgot that rush hour is still a thing. and that it’s worse once the school year begins. i’ve already attended all of my classes at least once for the upcoming term. some of them seem pretty easy and don’t have much more i need…