A Personal Story About Community, Culture, and Choosing Connection
As I closed and locked the doors behind me, I surveyed the barren room around me filled with boxes of furniture, suitcases full of stuff, and empty walls. I walked across the room and opened the shaky, old, wooden window to find a direct view of the street below me with students and their families moving into new apartments, parking their cars, and commuting through the streets. I sat down on a suitcase of mine, looked around me, and felt something was terribly wrong.