I’m writing this in my childhood bedroom, on the bottom half of a red bunkbed that’s lived here longer than I have, listening to Lizzo’s “Jerome” on repeat. I woke up really, really early this morning in Baltimore, dragged myself out of bed, and carried my luggage to my partner’s car. Two car rides, three airport lines, and one four-hour flight later, I…
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