Remembering the Past Through Journals
My mother and stepfather are in the process of moving. It makes sense — no need to live in a home meant for five people when there are just two of you. In this process, they discovered many an item I had left there while I was transitioning between various boroughs, finally arriving in Queens. One interesting discovery I made was a real reminder of who I was — Journals.
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