One of my biggest hopes after graduation was to move out on my own. When I was hired at PIU in September, I had full confidence that I would have an apartment before the end of October.
Spoiler alert: I have worked at PIU nearly nine months, and I didn’t move until three days ago.
In those nine months of waiting on a delayed dream, I often thought of “Harlem,” the iconic poem by Langston Hughes.
As I spent the past year waiting for my dream to be fulfilled, I saw my dream fall into each of Hughes’s scenarios. My dream traveled through the stages of shriveling, festering, rotting, crusting, and sagging.