I moved nine times in the past three years: each move just as dismal as the one beforehand. Coordinating logistics while arranging my belongings into mounds of bubble wrap and cardboard boxes sucks. After spending the morning moving into my new house, I was exhausted but eager to get myself situated. The prospect of staying […]
I quite enjoy the view from the bridges I run on. The Port glimmers in the distance, and the rustling tree branches dampen the hum of traffic. My lungs filled with cool air as I climbed the elevation on my newly established route. I thought of all the cities I’ve run in; the landmarks that
Since moving in, I have had a never-ending to-do list of projects and housework. The fair warning I got from others was right—I don’t believe one is ever “finished” with housework, and such is the detriment to being a homeowner. It takes up your time, your energy, and your money. This past month, I’ve focused
When he asked about my near future plans during my job interview, I feared coming across as yet another aimless millennial. I moved to Seattle two and a half years ago on a whim, dreaming of possibilities—of opportunities for this new chapter of my life, muddled by the reality of being a twentysomething in this
I lead my life today as an openly gay man; one (mostly) unafraid to claim myself as such. I still remember the harshness of the closet. It dictated my words, my actions, and my life. Every slur and homophobic remark I heard felt like heavy bricks stacked against the closet door, further trapping me in
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