Prompt: Write a letter to your future roommate telling about yourself...yada...yada
Dear future roommate,
I come from a small town in Oregon where clouds outnumber the population- most of the year it's dreary and never ceases to produce rain, drop upon drop. All that's left of the sun is in memories of my childhood, recollections of the scorching Arizona desert. This, of course, is why I'm so pale. I miss the sun much like a fish would pine for the sea after it has been stripped of its watery home. I have, however, become accustomed to such mournful weather that the sun is as far away in thought as it is in location. This place of little opportunity is like a sink hole, a sort of purgatory or limbo. Most fall into complacency and never leave, others try to leave but fail and become even more trapped than before. I, on the other hand, wasn't meant for this place. I am meant for much more, I am meant to break free. I have found solace in you, future friend, for you will be a welcomed hand on my journey.
I'll never know what makes people settle, but what I do know is that I do not have that capability. I know this next step will be much more like a great big leap but if we make it together I know we will not falter. My legs are strong and my footing is sure, I cannot be diverted from the success I am bound to achieve. "Some people live in cages with bars built from their own fears and doubts. Some people live in cages with bars built from other people's fears and doubts; their parents, their friends, their brothers and sisters, their families. Some people live in cages with bars built from the choices others made for them, the circumstances other people imposed upon them. And some people break free." â- C. JoyBell C.
I cannot wait to escape the confines of this place and stretch my limbs, to share a new chapter of my life with you.
The palest girl you've ever met,
Hannah Dowdy
Dear future roommate,
I come from a small town in Oregon where clouds outnumber the population- most of the year it's dreary and never ceases to produce rain, drop upon drop. All that's left of the sun is in memories of my childhood, recollections of the scorching Arizona desert. This, of course, is why I'm so pale. I miss the sun much like a fish would pine for the sea after it has been stripped of its watery home. I have, however, become accustomed to such mournful weather that the sun is as far away in thought as it is in location. This place of little opportunity is like a sink hole, a sort of purgatory or limbo. Most fall into complacency and never leave, others try to leave but fail and become even more trapped than before. I, on the other hand, wasn't meant for this place. I am meant for much more, I am meant to break free. I have found solace in you, future friend, for you will be a welcomed hand on my journey.
I'll never know what makes people settle, but what I do know is that I do not have that capability. I know this next step will be much more like a great big leap but if we make it together I know we will not falter. My legs are strong and my footing is sure, I cannot be diverted from the success I am bound to achieve. "Some people live in cages with bars built from their own fears and doubts. Some people live in cages with bars built from other people's fears and doubts; their parents, their friends, their brothers and sisters, their families. Some people live in cages with bars built from the choices others made for them, the circumstances other people imposed upon them. And some people break free." â- C. JoyBell C.
I cannot wait to escape the confines of this place and stretch my limbs, to share a new chapter of my life with you.
The palest girl you've ever met,
Hannah Dowdy