It Could Have Happened So Many Ways. But it happened this way.
I was twenty, not quite twenty-one. I was about to be a senior in college. My best friend was about to get married and move with her husband to California. I was about to realize I didn’t love men the same way that I loved women.
The fact was, we were all on the cusp of something, and some of us liked the word cusp—how one syllable contained a hard and soft together, forming a perfect equilibrium.
But an actual cusp was more dubious. We weren’t sure how we felt about the feeling.
I was just home from my first and only study abroad. Seeing more of the world had the unintended effect of making me feel smaller, less than before I left.~ read more ~