I was in the air when the 2020 New Year started on the East Coast. With 40 minutes to spare before the West Coast New Year, I sped down La Cienega Blvd, trying to get “home” to kiss the once, love of my life. Making it with 10 minutes left in 2019, I parked, ate, smooched and woke up in California. I thought 2020 was it. I thought to myself what better time than now.
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To this day, whenever I meet someone I want in my life, they instantly become part of me. He was just part of me and still is. It was June 8, 2006, he broke up with me in the hallway of our high school before my last class of the day. I remember holding in my tears until I got home that evening. He introduced me to grief. I spent about a year plus mourning our puppy love until my grandmother passed in 2007 which took it to another level. For years I thought to myself, I was only a teenager, but I was evolving into the woman I am now. Learning how to carry everything the world harms you with including grief.
Continue reading “A Reminder: Grief”It’s that time of year again. I throughly go through my chest of drawers and closets in my apartment to discard anything that I haven’t touched in months or looks like clutter. I think about the colors around me and immediately change the color scheme. It’s like nail polish, you choose it based on your mood. Despite the white, I wanted something bright to add to my darker mood. My love/hate relationship with New York City does this to me. It just feels right to always want to change something, since it will always be a forever changing city, I may as well change too.
