My cat screams at me constantly, and I always find myself yelling, “What?” in response, even though I know that she can’t respond with words. She goes between wanting attention and food, and when she has gotten both and still screams, I sit down on the ground with her and watch her eat. It must be nice to be a cat—sleeping and eating and getting pet all day, without a worry in the world.
There’s something about
being an adult that makes
living much harder.
I never thought I would be the child who grew up too fast. I never thought I would find myself moving across the country with a partner before I’ve even graduated college. It was a snowball effect: first it was getting an apartment off campus in pine-covered Georgia, then getting a job instead of getting extra loans, and the next thing I knew it, I was crossing through Texas wondering if my car would run out of gas before I found the next station.
Homesickness—more like
wishing I never had to
work for a living.
Hindsight makes the friendships I never really thought of as friendships seem like important friendships, especially since my only friend here is the one that moved with me. Ever heard of being alone together?
Tilted trees trace the
skyline and it’s weird thinking
“It’s the same as home.”
About the Creator
Abrin B Clearway
Abrin is a queer, mixed-race Millenial who loves music, art, literature, and equality.
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