This Feels Like Home

I arrived home on Friday; I’ll be here for a week and two days. It feels different being home, even though most things have remained the same. There’s one building on the downtown strip that’s been demolished and there’s different pillows on the chairs on my front porch. There are many more things that have …

The Quiet of the Campus

It was the day I was going home for Thanksgiving. Finally, I thought. I couldn’t wait. I texted my cousin, asking when he was going to be picking me up. It dismayed me to hear that he was going to be a little bit late. Hours went by, and I grew confused at how long it …