So yeah. I’m 22 years old. But I’m not using storytelling as an excuse to travel around with my friends. I’m using storytelling as a solution to a very real problem.
“You’re kind of a move-on girl,” my mom observed at lunch yesterday. “Yeah.” My family is in town. I’m graduating in two days. I’m in Chapel Hill for three more months. Then what? I guess I’m a move-on kind of girl. Jump all in, plant your feet, look around and fall in love with where […]