I bade farewell to the Guinea Pigs yesterday morning. I tucked them into their cardboard boxes, and along with all of their supplies, handed them off to be delivered to a woman who seems to be a Guinea Pig expert and who rescues these little furry creatures.
I gave them up because I will be traveling to another state where I have been accepted into a university for the purpose of completing my bachelor’s degree.
This is not a state that I am familiar with, as I have never had a reason to visit it. This university, however, offers classes in all of my most ardent interests and I am beyond thrilled at the prospect of studying there.
I had previously been considered for a full scholarship at a prestigious “Hidden Ivy League” college, but I found the tiny town that it was located in stifling, and the general student body to be limited in experience and diversity. This new academic institution is located in a larger metropolitan area, and seems to offer a more diverse student population. I feel a great sense of peace at stepping out into this new direction.
I leave within two weeks to visit and explore this new area. If all of the chips fall into the proper bag, within two months, I shall be relocating.
The winter is for the young and foolish. Give me a warm beach, with white sands and crystal blue waters. Take me away from the Nordic winds and bitter chills, and give me Latin music with a strong beat, a full dance floor, and a beautiful man to jump and sway with me into the early morning hours. Give me a strong drink of rum with a shot of lime, and a Cuban cigar smoldering beside my glass. I want to wake up in the morning and be greeted by a hot sun and warm breezes drifting in along the ocean shoreline. During my day, I want to move through a city that does not speak my language, but challenges me to communicate with words that are new and foreign to my ear. All around me I want to see smiling faces, and bright colors, and strange fruits and vegetables. I want to feel as though every day is a fresh day, and I am more alive now than I was yesterday. I want to wake from my northeastern daze and feel more vibrant with every breath of the Caribbean air. I long to be a foreigner, living in a strange and exotic land.
The image of your life is a reflection of your dreams.
Model – Amy Wilder
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She said I think I’ll go to Boston….
I think I’ll start a new life,
I think I’ll start it over, where no one knows my name
Boston by Augustana. Photo by LJB.