One Year Later

I’ve lived in Birmingham for a year today. And now, just like last year, I find myself sitting in a brand new and unfamiliar apartment, crying.

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Ashton Ray
How Do You Say Goodbye?

I stand on the empty hardwood floor that used to be my living room; the same floor Jerica and I used to tiptoe around to not disturb our cranky downstairs neighbor. Every little sound is magnified by the echoes of an empty room. The white TV cable is coiled on the ground, and the oven clock gives off the only shred of light. It’s dark and empty in here.

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Elizabeth Moore
Life as an Enneagram One

I typed “enneagram one” into google and this is learned that the names are both “the perfectionist” and “the reformer”. I find the last one to be a little too optimistic, but I appreciate the effort.

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Ashton Ray
Deciding On Oxford

I feel like I’m being handed both of my dreams, holding them with trembling hands, filled with a sense of wild exhilaration and heavy responsibility, hoping I don’t drop them, hoping they don’t get taken away. 

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Elizabeth Moore