Apartment D: The Arbors, My Home

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Sometimes my thoughts get so loud, I can’t escape my thinking. Sometimes the bills pile so high, I think I may drown before I’ll ever reach the top. Sometimes the fridge is empty and the cupboards are bare. Sometimes my stomach growls and there’s only water to quiet the rumbling. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t where I am, that my situation were different. That I were comfortable. Sometimes… until I’m reminded of where I could be.

I’m reminded that the space around me is just that. It’s only space. It’s not negative to my mindset. It’s not trapping me physically. It’s pushing me mentally. It motivates me to do more, to become more. Not just for better surroundings. Not just to enter a home with crown molding and granite countertops. Or a home with vaulted ceilings and mounted flat screens.

My space inspires me to live in a realm that speaks of my accomplishments. My space not adorned with very much, only a touch of furniture here and there; my simple apartment portrays the life of a minimalist. Living to dream. Dreaming to InspIre. And inspiring to bring about great change.

My space is clean and quiet. Full of the necessities and lacking some, as well. But my space speaks of my journey. That my journey isn’t yet complete. I have come a long way but truthfully my journey has only begun.

So as I tuck myself in and see the few shadows that dance across my walls. I’ll remember this space and this time. I’ll keep this as a memory. As a trajectory that catapults me into a new place where I’m meant to be. Where I’m meant to motivate and meticulously manipulate a race of forward moving, progressive thinking members of humankind.

Not stuck on stereotypes, status quo or statistics. But determined to break molds, question society’s standards and break through barriers with intellect.

That’s the legacy that will come from me. That’s what I’ll leave behind for the world to see. A true experience almost as powerful as living where my pantry may stay empty but my spirit always stays so full.

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