Hilary Nowatzki-May
Today I’m typing from a different place than usual. Not the truck or a state park or an airplane or anything wild, this place is much more simple. It’s my childhood bedroom.
Well, not exactly, but it’s the room where all my stuff ended up after I flew the coop nearly 13 years ago.
Has it really been that long since I graduated high school? Holy cow… My mom and I move...