I lost my class ring when I was 17. Now, a thousand years later, it has returned to find me a completely different- and yet, the same- person.

This morning I was visited by two waking dreams of unsettling feelings of which the import escapes me.

For years after AMDA, I struggled to accept my decision. I had turned my back on a city that I loved, people that I had formed a beautiful bond with, and a dream I had nurtured throughout my childhood. Surrounded by the Midwest and all that entails, I saw beauty in nothing, and no matter what I took into my body I never felt fulfilled.