Dismissed For Lacking A Degree, I Let My Life Speak For Itself – The Archivist

by the window, watching thin clouds dissolve over the Oregon sky I once thought I belonged to.

Not anymore.

Three years earlier, I’d bought a vacation home on the outskirts of Clearwater—a three-bedroom house with a red tile roof, white paint, and a backyard full of grapefruit trees. This time, I wasn’t there to take a break. I came to start over.

I authorized continue reading …