To All the Coffeeshops I’ve Called Home
I drove past the third places that I’d grown up in and, through the eyes of an adult, saw a person shaped by spaces that are in-between.
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It was the first time I’d ever noticed growth or newness this way: reclaiming, or returning, rather than overhauling and chasing.
Why do we need measuring sticks like college and marriage and leaving home to track our worth?
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In giving me her pendant, was my mother not only wishing me well on my journey but handing over our family’s story?