My reflections while on the train back to the military base in Germany I call home.
This question proved to be harder to answer than a simple yes or no, as most questions are. I suppose we should start at the beginning. After a stressful rearranging of flights, I landed in my favorite city late at night, the place I have been living in my mind for over a year, Edinburgh.…
Read more should you return to a place you once loved? // part 2
To me, memories exist as a warm, blurry, slow-motion filmstrip. They live and breathe in the past, but I find it difficult to leave them in that spot, often remembering and comparing to my current life. I live in a constant state of nostalgia. I did this a lot – too much – during my…
Read more should you return to a place you once loved? // part I
I remember the very first night in my apartment. Exactly one year ago, a small but bustling city, a fourth floor apartment with no elevator. It was a tiny place just for me, with almost nothing in it but an air mattress and an ugly brown bean bag chair. I remember sitting on the bean…
J and I sat in our small car while driving back to base, over hills and valleys, an expanse of fielded German landscape surrounding us when he said something that stood out to me. We had just driven to a nearby town to buy a crockpot and coffee maker from another military family who was…
As a fourth grade teacher last year, we read the book Walk Two Moons by Sharon Creech in my classroom. If you’re in my age bracket, I can guarantee that you’ve read it as a ten-year-old. As I read the book aloud to a new generation of ten-year-olds, they grasped onto one of the main…
