Apartment #100 — I Moved Out!

Rebekah Koontz life lifestyle writer coming of age

Big news, people. BIG. NEWS.

No I’m not engaged.

And if you thought “pregnant,” wash your mouth out with soap. And rubbing alcohol. And then soap again…

I moved out of my parents’ house!

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Am I Afraid?

For the past six months, I have had an illness—blessedly not contagious—called writer’s block. But just now, as I so begrudgingly drug my butt into the prophetic Writer’s Seat, I realized something.

I don’t have writer’s block.

I am afraid.

Me And My Words

Me and my words Rebekah Koontz Rebecca Coonts blogger

There was this boy I knew once.

Well, knew was an understatement. For lack of better words, I may even say I had fallen for him.

On the morning of Halloween, he disclosed that he didn’t reciprocate my googoo-eyes. His reason being? That my being a writer was a turn-off.

Irony amuses me, which is why I chose to write about him now. *

But this post isn’t about crushes past. **