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Chandy Grace

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April 2018

Sitting in the Airport- Journey to Atlanta

I did it! I made it through with minimal anxiety attacks. Somehow, I managed to luck out of driving myself. My wonderful partner was able to take the morning off to get me to the airport! Unfortunately, my partner was... Continue Reading →

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Preparing for Flight – Learning Some Rules

My flight confirmation came through last night. I leave for Atlanta on Monday. The reality of this is pressing down on me. The fact that I have all my information on hand now has relieved a decent bit of my... Continue Reading →

Nerves

I have flown before. I have been on a plane more than once. What's different this time? I am flying by myself. I am not the minor with the attendants directing me. I am not the minor accompanying seasoned flyers... Continue Reading →

All I do as of late is cry.

Tears for no reason. Tears for all the reasons. Stress tears. Happy tears. All the tears. Emotional. Always emotional.  

Reaction

I have no response. I have no hopes. I have nothing to give. Nothing left to offer. What am I even doing with myself? What am I doing with myself? What is this mundane madness? There is no room left... Continue Reading →

Ideas

It came to me. In the dead of night. These little ideas. Snippets, rather. Not fully formed. Words that long to be written. The darkness wants to be expressed. My scars want to share their story. The desire to express... Continue Reading →

Home

Never did I understand why some people had this strong desire to decorate their house and make it a home. But, I now comprehend what was once nonsense to me. Home is comfort. A place to be free. A place... Continue Reading →

Where?

Words of the written variety have always been my solace. Reading is a passion of mine. Writing is an even larger passion. I have always wanted to pursue it. Always. After my car accident, weeks before embarking on an adventure... Continue Reading →

Who am I?

Who am I? I know nothing. I stumbled. I fall. I do not recognize this face looking back at me in the mirror. Who am I?

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