Days like this make me want to crawl in my bed and cry. Days with no contentment. Days I spend looking up programs and new places and new ideas. Hoping one with catch and I will find a purpose to my days against. Days where I want to feel rooted here, but don't. Days when I don't feel like I have a place; where I'm not making a difference. Many door seem to have closed and I find myself in a circular room with no options of exiting. And thus winter begins.
I'm getting out of town this weekend. Sometimes Grand Rapids is suffocating.
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