I guess I haven’t written in a while. Right now marks the end of Yom Kippur. For the past two years Yom Kippur has aligned perfectly with my life (sounds a bit egocentric…). This time has been for reflection, for remembering all the things I could have done but failed to do, for starting to take the step to ask for forgiveness and just move on. I really love this holiday. I love the...
I go home. There’s still sand all over my body from the beach yesterday. My room doesn’t seem empty. And I need to go on a long run. I’ll arrive in Minnesota in the late afternoon. I already have a ton of stuff to do, but I don’t mind. It will feel so good to be on campus, away from this toxic place I know as my hometown.