My spring break journey began with my Hurricane and Rebirth class after finally landing on New Orleans grounds at 9 in the morning. The exhaustion and hunger from the early morning 4 AM flight kicked in while we exited Gate D3 and then retrieved our baggages. My stomach started to turn because I always feared that airport staff would put my belongings onto the wrong plane, but I ended up getting my big, black luggage within a few minutes and no hassle. When we exited the airport and caught our first breath of New Orleans air, we organized ourselves into random groups to catch cabs and head down to our temporary home. It was hot...the humidity overwhelmed me because I had on a black hoodie and wore a flannel over that, which weren’t enough layers to keep me warm back in New Jersey. We hopped on a big white van with “Limousine Service” imprinted on the windows with a phone number. The driver, a tall black man with a heavy New Orleans accent, helped load our bags and luggage into the b...
My full size bed should feel so much emptier, more spacious with the distance between us. I should be missing everything about your lips. They way they they tasted, they way the looked, the way they revealed your pearly whites whenever you gave me your perfect, entrancing smile. I should want you here, next to me. Whether it’s in the passenger seat watching me sing and dance along to Earth, Wind, and Fire or sitting in the seat next to me at AMC watching Jay Gatsby throw the biggest party.... I should want you here. I should miss your dyed hair, the way it shone in the summer's sun, and the flowery, sweet fragrance it had after I waited so long for you to get out of the shower. I should miss the simplicity of walks in the park, hand in hand, wondering what kind of lunch or dinner to eat. Your bright brown eyes, should keep me captivated. They should hold me down and charm me into a state of weakness. When the tears puff your eyes, when the...
"who you are in high school is not who you will be in college and who you are in college is not who you will be when you are 30. when you accept that you are malleable and ever-changing, you will be less resistant to new ways of thinking and being and you will grow into the beautiful person you are meant to become. resist the urge to remain stagnant. there are always things to learn about the world and yourself. let yourself learn them."
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