The city hums with construction as I swim on Tom’s roof deck pool recovering from an all you can drink brunch. The city is constantly projecting itself into the future and tirelessly preparing for an upcoming worlds fair. Some countries believe that the sky is the limit. Here in Dubai
I regret not writing about my experiences earlier, but I can still remember the feelings. I took deep steady breathes, but it felt as the blood was pumping through me uncontrollably. My older sister kept asking my dad if he was really going to allow me to go through with it.
Some of these stories you may have heard before, however these are my stories I will never be finished telling. Most of the things we feel and experience are forgotten, but it is the remaining memories who make up who we are. They say you can’t find who you are
I was running. Running from nothing, yet running from everything. I walked myself down the abandoned train tracks behind the parking lot of Adelphi Commons, the sorority dorms on ASU campus. Eventually I began running. Then I began twirling. I was twirling and spinning, and twirling and spinning until