Spring Break – Revisiting My Old Dance Studio
Spring break took me home to Dallas this year, back to the familiar streets that once felt like my entire world. I hadn’t planned on driving by my old dance studio, but somehow, my car seemed to steer itself in that direction, as if drawn by muscle memory. As I approached the building, a rush of emotions hit me before I even saw it. I knew exactly where it was, could picture every detail before Read more…