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it's good, really...it should be.
Refreshing is the air lately, and the small wildflowers have displayed their artistic designs.
Warblers have returned, burbling their thrills and flashing their brightly hued backs to their partners.
The taste of completing three final, measly papers (1 only being significant), is upon me.
Oh the joy I get when people ask, "So what are your plans for after college/this summer?" For once, I know, for once I have confidence and am doing truly what the heart begs. Free. Really, free. 22 years old, free. Free to live my life, nothing to worry about, no one to worry about--although a small furry pup creature would make a nice asset.
The thrill upon me when I think about the fall. No plans, none at all. And this is good. No dedication to sitting hours upon a dry classroom, no desires or need to go back to people (what good people, really?).
And a time where interesting acquaintances can hopefully be made. i.e. person (now unmet) says, "hey, i went to this awesome bog the other day--want to paint/photograph/look for bugs?"
life should be like this at 22. Really.
When I think about life, I want it to be like sedimentary rock.
Refreshing is the air lately, and the small wildflowers have displayed their artistic designs.
Warblers have returned, burbling their thrills and flashing their brightly hued backs to their partners.
The taste of completing three final, measly papers (1 only being significant), is upon me.
Oh the joy I get when people ask, "So what are your plans for after college/this summer?" For once, I know, for once I have confidence and am doing truly what the heart begs. Free. Really, free. 22 years old, free. Free to live my life, nothing to worry about, no one to worry about--although a small furry pup creature would make a nice asset.
The thrill upon me when I think about the fall. No plans, none at all. And this is good. No dedication to sitting hours upon a dry classroom, no desires or need to go back to people (what good people, really?).
And a time where interesting acquaintances can hopefully be made. i.e. person (now unmet) says, "hey, i went to this awesome bog the other day--want to paint/photograph/look for bugs?"
life should be like this at 22. Really.
When I think about life, I want it to be like sedimentary rock.