There’s a million words that have gone unpolished.

I’m sitting post- darts listening to a slowdive song as I reflect on the upcoming year.

I’ll be going to grad school. Each week I’m private training, coaching, and substitute teaching. I’m trying to find the time to walk through the southeast neighborhoods with my mom as we navigate her diagnosis.

I have a group of friends that I wouldn’t have known before going to Japan.

There’s a beauty to things ending.

Otherwise there’s never space for change.