I love my apartment. Seriously, if I could marry it…
That’s probably why I’ve been dragging my feet to pack. I love the sliding door to the balcony and the fast that I could sit on the couch of my living room, Indian style and write a couple of lines before work. Ahh, the joy.
I have not idea what my apartment in Louisiana looks like. I just know it’s in a nice area and one of my co-workers lives in the same complex.
I will miss you 1806 and your super cheap rent.
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Icess is a writer, professor, and blogger. She is a graduate of Goddard College's MFA program. Her work has been published in Rabble Lit, Minerva Rising Literary Journal, and the Feminine Collective's anthology Notes from Humanity. Her nonfiction has appeared in Dear Hope, NBCNews.com, HuffPost and the Guardian. She is a recipient of the Owl of Minerva Award, a VONA/Voices of Our Nation Arts Foundation alum, and is also a Kimbilio Fellow. She's currently working on her first novel.
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