Growing Up Category

One Short

I’m currently working on the first draft of my personal statement for grad school. And boy is it rough. Ask me to write about anything else and I’m game. But when it comes to writing about myself, I just hit a wall. In all honestly, I really don’t want to go back to grad school; […]

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Insignificant Preamble

I moved to Austin, TX in 2012. It wasn’t a huge move for me having lived an hour down I-35, in San Antonio, for the previous six years. Still, I was excited. I was moving to a new city for a new exciting job. At the nexus of my excitement, however, had nothing to do […]

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Every Sunday

I hate Sundays. I have always felt this way. When I was kid, Sundays were always the same. We would get up, have breakfast, go to church, visit my grandparents, go home, and prepare for the new school week. Every Sunday, the same. I hated it. Sunday meant having to get up early to attend […]

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The Decision

He met him at a bar ten years ago. The man that would single-handedly change everything. Every memory and every moment of that week is still so painful and real. I had so much to learn, so much to ask, and so much to love. But this one moment, this one circumstance, changed all of […]

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The Words I Couldn’t Say

So, I have this friend. And no, I’m not actually referring to myself. I have this friend who I met about six years ago. We met through a mutual friend on MySpace (Which I’m kind of hoping would make a comeback lol) and became good friends. About 2 months into our new friendship, I realized […]

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To Say Goodbye

So, I love my new apartment. When I came to Austin looking for a place, I chose the first apartment I was shown. I walked in and instantly new. At that moment as I stood at the center of what would become my apartment, I knew that Austin and I were meant to be. But […]

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The Age of Entitlement

(This is something I wrote a few years back….it still applies.) There was a Friday night a few months back in September where I found myself at Cheddar’s having another buzzed conversation over margaritas (and let us not forget the chips and queso) about life in your late-twenties. I found it fitting that while I […]

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