Life as a Wind Rider

On Reading My Life’s Story

I have this strange habit of staying up until at least midnight because I want to see the memories Facebook saved for me in the "On This Day" app. I've been using Facebook since I was about fourteen, so there's some cringey gold to be found. But I was also deeply depressed for a little… Continue reading On Reading My Life’s Story

Life as a Wind Rider

Week One of Sophomore Year (as told by art)

[I wrote this nearly a year ago but never posted it. It made me chuckle to read it today and see the irony that this year I feel so similarly about not returning to college. The little encouragement past-Tessa gave ended up being for me now. And knowing how many joyous things ended up being part… Continue reading Week One of Sophomore Year (as told by art)