Today marks one year since I moved to New Haven. It is just as rainy as it was the day we arrived, and so humid my skin is crawling. Despite one last paper to finish before I can officially deem the semester complete, I can’t stop thinking about the day we spent in Falls City, Nebraska when we drove out here last summer.
Read MoreThere is something really beautiful about this wild and seemingly solitary walk... I used to rely on others for affirmation of my faith, like pastors or friends or professors. But now all I have is the wind and silence and music and the artifacts of my past belief to pour over in this self-examination.
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