As I walked around Kingston this week, I found myself thinking about the small space I occupy in this community. One in a million. Soon I won’t be occupying this space at all and everything will carry on without me. Same humid temperatures. Same traffic out my window. Same beaten sidewalks. Same hilarious characters. Same bright flowers. Same ugly smells. As if I were never here.
Kingston itself takes up a lot of room in my everyday thoughts, yet I am merely a tiny drop in the bucket here. I wish there was a way to ensure that my presence will forever be visible, as Kingston will forever be a part of my story, my future. I am a different girl than I was six months ago. I’m still trying to find my place in this world in some ways, but in others, I have arrived.