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09. Trying to Fit into Not My Jacket at Twenty-Two
Maybe it’s just “Trying to Fit In at Twenty-Two” Or is it Trying to “Find Home at Twenty-Two”? Create home? Become home? When I first moved to Auckland, it was midwinter. At least I was hoping it was midwinter and not the beginning of winter because it was so damn cold; I couldn’t tell you how cold because I’m still…
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08. Trying to “Just” Move My Body at Twenty-Two
Leaving my athletic career behind — even calling it a career tickles the imposter syndrome in my throat, a devilish vulture-like thing perched on the shoulder of my self-esteem — has been a tangled mess for many reasons, most of which have something to do with my body and what it looks like and how it feels but mostly what…
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07. Trying to Not Join a Cult at Twenty-Two
I quit my first job when I was 22. As in, I quit a job for the first time I actually may have gotten fired The most irresponsible thing I have ever done. The reason I came to Auckland — the internship post-graduation, that was the plan, obviously. and I lasted 3 weeks. No worries though guys! I found a…
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06. Trying to Collapse at Twenty-Two
do you believe in reincarnation? circles over scribbles orderless city quiet noise and music and silence it is the perfect time all the time because no two days were ever the same he said with smug profundity laughable and i write in verse because of the pauses so pause and breathe expand not in consumption but in embrace exhale into…
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05. Trying to Place in a Special Way at Twenty-Two
Last July, I sat in one of my favorite restaurants in the world with one of the world’s favorite women and we had leftovers and she asked for a takeaway box, no not a to-go box, a takeaway box, and I watched her carefully, ever-so carefully place what she had not finished of her curry into the brown cardboard-like box.…
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04. Trying to Not Should Myself at Twenty-Two
This has been sitting in the metaphorical drafts folder of my mind for a long time. It is no small, insignificant feat to attempt to put into words what a connection to Africa means to me, how the iconic shape of the continent, yes the whole continent, has shaped me. And I’d like to note that I changed the beginning…
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03. Trying to Turn Minimalist(ish) at Twenty-Two
Once I read somewhere I can’t remember where that balance is the image of a tight-rope-walker — the only way she stays on her rope, alive, is by leaning too far one way, and then leaning too far the other way. Whatever ‘too far’ means. Balance, then, is not never leaning too far one way. It is, in fact, leaning…
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02. Trying to Face Forward on the Bus at Twenty-Two
At 22, I know not very many things. At 22, I know in my bones, to my core, that it is my duty to explore. If I haven’t made this reference already, Joseph Conrad’s Russian traveller* character has been somewhat of a guide to me since we were introduced in 2018 (See Great Artists Steal section). It is my duty…
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01. Trying to Write My Perfect First Blog Entry at Twenty-Two
Hello beloved, Writing for an audience is very different from writing. For example, I have literally never once started any conversation, written or spoken, with “hello, beloved.” I am 22-years-old. For the sake of ease and being from one place, I’ll say I am from a once-small town in Florida. I attended Uni in a once-small-in-a-different-way town in Northern Florida…
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