Before I Move On

I thought I was ready to move straight into the “college years” chapter of my story. But the more I blog, the more I realize that sharing one memory tends to pull up another. Writing about trauma, about sunshine, about my first best friend — it’s stirred things I’d forgotten, or maybe tucked away.

So before I move on, I need to stay here a little longer. To let these memories have their space. To tell the pieces of my story that are rising to the surface now.

This blog isn’t about sticking to a timeline or rushing through chapters. It’s about peeling back the layers, at the pace they come. And right now, more of those layers are asking to be seen.