At this moment, all I can feel is uneasiness and nostalgia. I always feel this way as summer disappears behind me, vanishing not necessarily with the weather but as a concept only present so long as you acknowledge it.
All throughout my freshman year of college, my mother regularly sent me handwritten letters.
The excitement of receiving mail, discovering the thoughtfully chosen postcard and reading the latest news...
I’ve always been a very sentimental person. I cried at my last eighth grade dance because leaving the comfort of my middle school and transitioning to the big, scary high school meant that everything...
