Tag: life
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The Summer We Didn’t Say Goodbye
There are some summers that don’t feel real until they’re over. The air hangs heavier. The sunsets last longer. And every moment feels like it’s trying to tell you something you just don’t know what yet. Claire still thinks about that first date on the back road. It wasn’t planned. Not officially. He texted her…
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Sweaters, Static, and Almost
The first thing Claire noticed about fall that year was the smell. Not just pumpkin spice drifting from café doors or apple cider simmering in crockpots at church gatherings but the sharper scent beneath it all. The scent of change. Crisp leaves cracking under boots. Cold air settling into the spaces between breaths. The kind…
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Dust, Dogs, and the Disappearing Man
The dream started with a plan. We were supposed to meet at a roadside market just outside a tiny country town, the kind where the gas station sells bait and the diner closes at two. The sky hung low and silver, heavy with the threat of rain, and the air smelled like wet dirt and…
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Breathing Again
There is something sacred about the moment you realize you can finally take a full breath. Not the shallow kind. Not the tight, cautious inhale that sits high in your chest. I mean the kind that fills your lungs all the way down. It softens your shoulders. It reminds you that you are still here.…
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Things I’m Learning While Chasing My Dreams
Life changes have a way of exposing just how tightly we’ve been holding on to people, expectations, old stories, and a sense of control that was never really there in the first place. When everything around you starts to shift, the instinct is often to grip harder, to manage every detail, to make sure nothing…
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Real Life Update
I endured a long stretch in a difficult work environment. Finally, it was time to start fresh. I took on a new job. The last place I worked left me drained. It had a toxic culture that slowly chipped away at my confidence and creativity. It took some time for me to see how much…
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Post cards I never sent
The town leaned toward the water, like it was listening. Evergreen trees crowded the edges of everything. They stood patient and dark. Their needles caught the rain that never quite decided to fall all at once. The ferry horn sounded some mornings, low and tired, as if even it needed coffee first. I bought postcards…
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Loving a City That Loved Me Back Differently
London was never just a place to me. It was a season. A relationship. A promise I believed in longer than I should have. I arrived hopeful, carrying the kind of optimism that only exists when you think starting over will fix everything. The city welcomed me in its own way gray skies, hurried streets,…
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Cancelled, Respectfully
There was a version of me who waited.Waited for replies.Waited for clarity.Waited for someone to suddenly decide I was worth choosing without hesitation. She thought patience was maturity.She thought silence meant depth.She thought if she stayed kind enough, quiet enough, understanding enough things would eventually work themselves out. They didn’t. What actually happened was simpler:I…
Quiet Harbor Writing 