I miss my students. I haven't taught a class since January 17 and it's really starting to hit home that I taught my last language camp without even knowing it. I counted out in my head the time I have left in Korea and it came as a gentle surprise to find that in less…
I’m sure it happens to everyone. We spend too much time doing something we love, and we eventually become burned out. We need a break. Lately, I’ve felt this way about writing. It’s halfway through February and I’ve hardly taken the time to write. The ideas that usually come to me fairly easily have stopped…
Stepping through the familiar doorway, I flick on the light. The bulb in the floor lamp flickers from months of disuse before illuminating the space, exactly how it was when I left it. Looking around, the room appears fuzzy, and my hand instinctively reaches toward my face, checking for the plastic frame of my glasses.…
Contentment. It washed over me as the mild breeze drifted through the air and the sun's rays illuminated the field of withered brown grass before me. Thought still the midst of winter, the smiling faces and cheerful chirping heard overhead all seemed to indicate one thing: spring was near. While I was miles away, but…
I think it is inevitable that as we grow, we always believe the people and places we love will grow with us. I think back to 2015, a year full of authentic optimism, a year when I truly believed I could and would call the mountains of Northeast Pennsylvania my home forever. Looking back, I…
I don't know when I became a morning person. Somewhere between the late nights of twenty-one and the overworked semesters of senior year at twenty-two I began to rise with the sun. There is comfort in the morning. Its cool breeze wraps around me as I pull my blanket tighter around my shoulders. My mug…
