February 26, 2015. Three years ago today. My 26th birthday. I honestly can’t say that I vividly remember many of my birthdays – most just a blur of cake and kind words. But I’ll never forget my 26th birthday – or what it started, or where it led, or how I ended up covered in my own piss as I was leaving New Orleans.
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Read MoreCheers, Carbondale.
As I prepare to depart this town once again, I think back on all the memories. This place lured me in, welcomed me, and became my home. I left and returned, more than once. It called me back. And so, as I get ready to leave this place again, I think back on how surreal this timescape has been. I look forward to the unknown and unforetold days ahead, wondering whether or not they are foretold after all.
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