Today my nose is stuffy, and breathing through it effortlessly is a reality that feels like an impossibility. My eyes are bleary, I view the world through half closed lids. My throat has an itch and feels scratchy when I speak. I can’t stop sneezing.

I can’t locate my allergy medicine among the boxes of my belongings and I’m cursing myself for packing so haphazardly.

Why must the season I love be the one that hurts me so much?

until next time,


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Figuring it out as I go along, documenting and staying as honest as possible.

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