Trying To Walk In Beauty

Some of the loneliest moments of my life were spent in the dormitory when I was in junior high and high school because I didn’t get checked out to go home for the weekend. All around me, my friends would be getting checked out to go home for the weekends but not me. My mom didn’t have a ride to come pick me up so I ended up having to stay every weekend until it was absolutely mandatory for everyone to go home which were on holidays. The emptiness that I felt, the solo meals, keeping myself entertained, all of these and more could’ve easily stumped me but they didn’t. During those times, I gathered my friend’s stereo along with her cassette tapes and got my sewing stuff which happened to be just a pair of scissors, a needle, threads and a piece of clothing that no one wanted and I would start sewing an outfit for the following week while jamming to the latest heavy metal music. I kept myself busy and focused during those weekends.

It was during those times that I made friends outside my circle of friends whom I normally hung out with. And when the weekend came to end and my friends were getting dropped back off at the dorm, my weekend friend quietly faded into the background.