For those of us that already graduated college and are in the midst of carving our destined role in the world, the reminiscing of our time in college comes with undertones of bliss and melancholy.
Abstract: The following excerpt is from my fictional coming-of-age novel about Audrey Anderson's life, a girl from a small made-up town of Tribuca, California, an aspiring musician. This excerpt is an interlude of my debut manuscript.
Recently I've ran across a cliche that said to pay attention to phrases in books, random signs on the street, sounds echoing in the distance and music. Why does a certain sound emit making us turn our heads at the exact moment a car is whizzing by? Why does a flower suddenly appear in our rearview as we're thinking of it?
The start of any architectural endeavor always begins with a blueprint. That blueprint may be revised, reworked or scrapped all together if it no longer suits the vision it was meant to create.
There are so many things I miss about the world pre-COVID19...especially when summer time rolls around, Chicagoans starts to appreciate the beautiful city reemerging from underneath the murky fog of springtime's past.
The universe works in mysterious ways. It allows us to cross paths with certain people, do things we wouldn't have dared to do, and face challenges that in hindsight were stepping stones to get us closer to our destiny.