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in new orleans with a sudden urge to use this thing.
i'm loving it down here, loving it so damn much. every time i look around, there is something new and beautiful-- art, architecture, people. i love the people. the ones i know, the ones i see on the street (even the mexican man who groped meg the other day). it's so different and no one in new england could possibly understand without seeing how free this people are. it's not reckless, it's just a whole different mindset of living as much as you possibly can. maybe that's what i was always missing.
i am not pretending to be changed, to be someone new and different. i was always me, the whole time. i had a very brief talk last night about camp. i don't regret not going back. i regret some things that happened, but had they not happened, i might be back there again, stuck in rhode island. it's not awful at all, it's just not me. the people who know me don't care; they love me regardless. it's the memories i will keep.
there's so much to look forward to at smith-- i just can't imagine life there without corinne, emily and sarah. but i'm so grateful for all of the love i've got coming my way (all the way from the UK!)
this didn't mean much, after all.