Blog #6 - I Wish...
After I left the oddly timed but inspirational speech from Ryan Lochte at the library, I walked home feeling extremely conflicted and confused about where to go from here. Many people from Pointe Place also walked in close proximity, but I barely noticed as my feet carried me along the all too familiar route. I had found comfort in interacting with people through small snapshots. There wasn’t too much pressure to hold a conversation for long periods of time and if I ever felt lonely, I could always return to my wall and revisit fond interactions. That was all gone now. The walk home, similar to my thoughts, was gloomy, dark, windy, and nippy. As, I finally settled down in my apartment, I stared pensively at the floor before it became shrouded in a brilliant green light so bright that at first I thought my floor was glowing and radiating the light itself. As I looked up and out of my window, the sky was so beautiful it made a person feel hopeful, wishful. O...