Finding the Pieces
The story of how a lost boy found home
Category: finding the pieces
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This post has been cross-posted from my Medium profile. Please follow me on there for more stories! “Referral office, how can I direct your call?” Heart beats. “Alright, Miss Hall,” I sigh, but I don’t correct. “It looks like your referral has been approved. Would you like the contact information for that office?” Deep breath,…
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Therapy, man. You think you know yourself, but you are dead wrong. I am 25 years old, and for many years I have operated under the understanding that I am an introvert. When I first learned that I was an introvert, I took that shit to the bank. I crafted a damn-near formal proposal for my…
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I created this blog in 2013, and appropriately named it “Finding the Pieces.” I wanted to write while documenting the process of figuring out who I am (because what else is your 20s for?) Along the way, I’ve written about some rather personal things on this blog, including my weight-loss journey, my faith, and some…
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April 27, 2017 I realized today that I have a tradition of taking and posting a single photo of all of my luggage each time I move. It started when I moved (briefly) to Oxford in August, 2013, and since then I’ve just kept posting similar posts each time I’ve moved. The photos…
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In my last blog post, I talked about how I was in a season of change and uncertainty. I was unemployed without much sense of direction, and I was still adjusting to life back in America. Fast-forward a month: I’m still in Chicago, and little things are starting to fall into place. I got a…
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I’m pretty sure most of my friends and family are now aware that I am flying back to the States in December, so I figured it was time to post a little life update. I also though it would be convenient and slightly hilarious (if only for me) if I did this post in the…
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It’s Friday morning, nearly afternoon. I’ve been awake since 6:30 this morning, which is a miracle considering my average bed time has been 4:00 am. My morning started like most other mornings: a bit of grumbling, a lot of stumbling around the flat, a cold shower to wake me up, pills and inhalers, and a…
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Life is weird. We spend so much time making such a fuss over it. So many days I spend thinking about later: will I try getting a job, apply for a PhD program, or assume the fetal position until my visa expires and I’ve got no other choice than to go back to Michigan? But…
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I have a habit of trying to convince myself (and the world) that I have everything all figured out. At this point in my life it’s almost funny watching the roller coaster that is my emotions and determination. When I first came to Essex, I thought I had a very clear idea of what I…
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Today was a good day. I’ve been fighting a chest infection this week, and last night’s round of relentless coughing lasted until about 3:00 a.m. So when my alarm started going off at 7:00 a.m., I made an executive decision: today was a day to sleep in. Getting up early and having a routine is good,…
Finding the Pieces 