It’s a strange sort of self-reliance, thinking you can out-plan the grief, and heartbreak, and confusion of growing up.
I squeezed myself in around other people’s priorities and problems, all the while saying: Take up all the room you want. I will make myself fit.
New responsibilities clogged up phone lines and changed what used to be lifelines—how were we supposed to maintain our relationships?
It was the first time I’d ever noticed growth or newness this way: reclaiming, or returning, rather than overhauling and chasing.
Why do we need measuring sticks like college and marriage and leaving home to track our worth?
I drove past the third places that I’d grown up in and, through the eyes of an adult, saw a person shaped by spaces that are in-between.