I sometimes reflect on my life and wonder: at what point did I stop living abroad? It’s not as dumb a question as you might think. I am, and have consistently been, aware of what country I live in. The question concerns my perceptions of where I live in relation to where I am from. … Continue reading Abroad
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Dislocated
I've never fit. I never had a sense that I was going to be anything other than wasted potential in the eyes of anyone that matters in this world. That I would ever have a chance to become anything. That there would ever be a place for me. It was always made abundantly clear to … Continue reading Dislocated
Muse Vassal 