Longing for An Unknown Home These past few months, I have felt a restlessness – one I experienced prior to moving to the UK, or at the thought
I happened to meet Michael Mallery, Jr. at a bowling outing with friends. Between rounds of bad bowling scores and good bar food, we chatted about life and grad school.
Words shouted out into the void, unspoken… unheard drifting past the ears I question whether I want to reach… I’m comfortable here, I’m me. I’m an entity unto