Trying to Accept Change
Two thousand, nine hundred and two miles away from home. Two thousand, nine hundred and two miles away from homemade dinners, soothing hugs, comforting cuddles, safe neighborhoods...
Two thousand, nine hundred and two miles away from home. Two thousand, nine hundred and two miles away from homemade dinners, soothing hugs, comforting cuddles, safe neighborhoods...
It makes no sense that video games receive a bad rap.
A trickling giggle faded out their last words, “Oh, you guys are doing this by yourselves?” With their eyes averted, I handed my homemade flyer created on Microsoft Word to my peers. Yes, we are putting on a show. Their scantily suppressed laughter told me...