Sweat trickled down my forehead as I stood beside the truck with my suitcase. It was incredibly hot, and my eyes were now stinging from the harsh rays of sunlight. We had travelled across country in a small pick up truck where the leather seats felt as though they were burning your skin off, the air conditioner was broken forcing you into a predicament of winding the windows down, causing unwanted bugs to fly in or leavin...

I wrapped my coat around me tightly, and blew my warm breath into the palms of my hands before rubbing them together. December was brutal this year. The cold, misty air bit at my pale face. Little streams of tears cascaded down my cheeks as the harsh wind blew against me. I took cautious steps, almost as if I were too afraid to touch the pavement beneath me. My toes were numb so every step pained me. My body longed for so...