Going against my vision board and my perfectly colour-coded calendar, I took a gap year after twelfth grade. Everything felt abrupt and for the most part, I had no idea about what I was doing. And so I turned to writing, as I always have, to make ...
Going against my vision board and my perfectly colour-coded calendar, I took a gap year after twelfth grade. Everything felt abrupt and for the most part, I had no idea about what I was doing. And so I turned to writing, as I always have, to make sense of how my life was begrudgingly flipped upside down. I started writing this book when I started working. The more I wrote, the more I saw how my vicissitude was perhaps the best thing that ever happened to me, a gift even. I was convinced that my world ended but in reality, I was alien to the world awaiting me (i.e. the first floor of my alma mater).